Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

i have been waiting for this moment, Mr. Colt
You
lf l were you, l wouldn't leave town.
You should always wear your hair down.
My hairstyle is the least of your worries.
On something is more like it.
lt was Claire who lived life on the edge.
Why are you telling me all this?
Uh, it was a fish sandwich at--
McCracken.
That's nothing.
General Mortars went into the drug business.
the game is up.
Oops
Yeah. L-L-Let her go and keep me.
You forgot, Daddy.
I breast-fed until I was 16 and still don't understand women.
You order chef's salad with dressing on the side.
Look, it's always the green one.
Yea but that one's 90s
l should be going.
What the hell?
Mike.
You Never Saw a Thing … And Don’t You Forget It!!
Hey, weren't there five stiffs?
Oh, baby.
Narco's sending over one of their burned-out psychos...
Didn't you die?
Tell me!
look what l've done.
Bust at a cookie factory?
What the hell was that?
Nothing solid.
Drop the gun, or l'll shoot your partner.
These matches say you're lying.
Hey, psst!
How do you think l like it? lt sucks.
You need help shaving your legs?
You're letting compassion intrude.
l'll pass on coffee.
on the whereabouts of the microfilm.
ls this a come-on?
So, Debbie, uh, how do you like school?
Drop your gun, Mr. Luger!
than your hollow, hate-filled existence?
You really got me
l hate it.
but come on, now...
Hey! Hey, has anyone seen McCracken's body?
We can't quit now. We've come too far.
l'm talking about the case.
Sorry. My mistake.
No! This is eight-fourteen Pacific Coast Highway!
You lighten up, next thing you know...
Pencilneck.
Freeze!
No. Waking up without my penis is my worst nightmare.
Nothin’. Taking a shit.
l like doing business with smart men.
Before that, we played high school football together.
Can you feel it?
Guess that's the last time he'll trust a cop.
ls he the Billy York informant?
You got me so l can't sleep at night