Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I didn't think you were supposed to use
Would you like to work for more money than you ever made in your life?
Now, I got an idea. And here's what we're gonna do.
Miss Drake. This is Mr. Brewster, the client we briefed you about.
Tell my team, from now on we travel first class!
sounds like a step in the right direction.
You stick with me, you're my buddy.
-Miss Drake. -Um, I was wondering.
ALL: (SHOUTING) Yeah!
Mr. Brewster!
Okay! You bozos are up to bat.
I want everything on film. I need a record of it.
Those Yankees look so big. Can he get hurt?
-Good morning, Mr. Granville. -Good morning.
And New York Yankee power has burst
Look, how can I make it any clearer for you?
(SHUSHING) He's about to sign it all away.
for the next 30 days, and that's the extent of my services.
You asshole.
-Angela who? -Angela Drake.
This is the way I'll talk. How are you doing, Drake?
but, uh, I think she'd be delighted.
(SCOFFS)
One word out of you, fat boy,
Ooh.
This Is Chuck Fleming In Times Square."
Nice friend I turned out to be.
right now for $20,000 in cash?
(WHOOPING)
None of the above!
A checkered family, you might say.
Monty, I'm real sorry about you retiring from baseball.
-New York Yankees! -What the hell's goin' on?
Please! Hurry, please.
Eugene said I needed a tax write-off.
(DINGS)
I ain't tellin' Drake shit. My lips are sealed.
-They want me. We're goin' to the big time! -This is it.
Wow. Honest? Too conservative for me.
Out!
that you actually don't want anyone to vote for you?
from the accounting department to keep track of your expenditures and receipts.
That was Miss Drake. She says there's a mad bomber in the building.
Put it in a T-bill. Is that so wrong?
(EXCLAIMS)
And I hope you have fun at that party,
Wouldn't you know that the Bronx Bombers would be the bad guys?
-Uh, have a drink. -Oh, thank you. No, I don't drink alcohol.
I mean, after a game, we've got to relax, we gotta come down.
and deposit this money in a secret numbered account.
(SOBBING) I'm so glad.
So I could play catch with you?
(CROWD BOOING AND CHEERING)
Use my pen.
Charley! How you doin', my man?
-$1 million in cash. -(PEOPLE GASPING)
Could you step in here for a moment, please?
so I do a little legal work for the committee.
-Well, tell him the bad news first. -All right, all right.
Oh!
(DINERS CLAMORING)
-Oh. Ah. -Oh, God. Be careful.
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
I think the people should keep their money.
What do they pay you here?
Warren, you're a lawyer. You are not a decorator!
nothin' but the shirt on your back.
Welcome aboard, Warren.
All the time could have been this time
With the permission of the court...
-Hey... -Strike three, you're out!
How expensive?
Monty, stop! Don't sign anything!
-You know, the truly barbaric sports. -Oh.
even when the money is spent foolishly.
That's instant disqualification.
Chuck Fleming, Action News.
It's a party!
I've outlived them all, except you.
with the famed New York Yankees.
In the nick of time
at a reception for the public afterwards.
This is real... Money.
"biden lacks energy." - bernie sanders
What do you think of our postmodern fantasy?
and apparently now dead broke,
I could spend that tonight in my sleep.
'Cause there's no farmers in the desert, Monty!
Change-up?
and who have instructed me to post bail for the defendants
You got a huge payroll to meet, you got overhead, retirement plans.
Come on, Charley, relax!
-Wilson, you idiot! -You're out!
I'll try the bus. A good place to start the evening off.
I believe in being honest, Brewster. No bullshit.
That's Spike. We're buddies. We're all together.
What's wrong? What did they do to you in there?
'cause that's all you got left.
that the full inheritance of $300 million is yours.
BREWSTER: I know they're the New York Yankees.
He went out West.
Thanks, Chuck! Hey, Monty! Monty!
And nobody owns them. They're PDIs. Public Domain Icebergs.
VIN: Scharf is walking back, back, and way back.
my senior vice president, uh, Spike Nolan!
The man just got $30 million given to him. This is a good day.
-Foul ball! -Aw, foul ball?
And you, Mr. Brewster, are the sole living heir of your great-uncle, Rupert Horn.
-Oh, look at that. -Yeah.
See, we in the West give a massage like this, you know.
And when I turned on the ignition, it shot forward.
Look, I don't know what to say, but I guess this is it.
-I'm not in the mood -No, wonderful, wonderful news.
At $10,000 a bottle,
It's like that old saying,
Adieu.
-I know this kind of stuff. -Don't mess up.
Listen, I want to bet $50,000 that Loyola wins!
-Brewster. -Yeah, no kiddin'.
When you appear before us again in 30 days, Mr. Brewster, you must be totally penniless,