Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, Bob.
How'd you like a sack of dirt?
My treat.
He's got His brass knuckles on.
"Please come and see me before I die."
Oh, from Baji!
I mean-- but you did.
I'm... I'm sorry, uh...
I work there.
I'm afraid you'll all have to leave now.
smelliest cab in the garage,
No way, Bob, believe me.
John, how are the bookings?
Oh, you said, "Have one"?
then I'm gonna get in and smelly and dirty it up myself.
How's everybody been?
Yeah, them Mexican guys are tough.
Alex.
In fact, "big" isn't even the right word.
Yeah, I think so.
Hmm...
I broke a promise, Alex.
What's the matter, you heard it already?
Huh? Oh, Louie,
I'll be darned.
Unless a bolt of lightning shoots through that window
( coins clinking )
Oh, everybody's fine. Everybody's fine.
We can get along very nicely
How are your kids?
Alex? Yeah.
I don't believe it. You...
Everything's gonna be fine.