Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You like presents.

Do I got to spell it out for you?

Fuck this idiot. Let's go.

- Willie Mays was the man. - Mick was the guy!

so we're gonna give you one more chance.

a resident of Yonkers, New York.

- What's up? - Buonanotte.

There's a homicidal maniac in the neighborhood.

Reggie steps back in the box.

- I saw you serve those guys. - It's these fucking guys.

I'm embarrassed. I don't wanna talk about that.

Fuck you, Wicked King Wicker, Duke of Death, Son of Sam.

Vinny, open the door!

Whatever you want. Go or stay?

You have been busting my balls ever since you got promoted.

You get so excited by this stuff.

Come on, let's go! You ain't getting out of this one!

of Bedford-Stuyvesant to get a darker perspective.

- Get the fuck out! - There's a psycho killer out.

Keep looking, maggot.

I don't know what to say.

Sheri, do you want to fuck?

What the fuck did you do to your hair? Shit looks stupid.

what's a pigeon doing on judge judy? he probaly thinks she's suing him $73734372347234723427 in birdseed.

Go out and kill, commands Father Sam.

Give him some money.

I gotta sing for $75 and he gets $50? No.

You're the big tough guy round here?

Watch your fucking mouth! This is a business.

That's a quote.

- Stop talking like that. - You been in London, too?

- Anthony, do I look pale? - You look like mozzarella.

I've made some bad calls and I'm a bad husband and I admit it.

It's not just you, Vinny. He fooled the whole world.

which swallow up these delicacies

Come over here.

What do you want me to do? Arrest myself?

God, I love you so fucking much.

Who are you? What do you want? Who are you?

What are you doing?

4-5 precinct, Officer Riggs. Yes, sir.

Dee, I'm ready.

Don't leave me now. Let's work this shit out.

If I knew, I wouldn't be asking. I mean...

- I didn't accuse you of anything. - I know, sweetie pie.

It's David Berkowitz! There he is!

Put him on the list. Write him down.

And he works nights.

He has a crazed look on his face.

Gotta enjoy it while it lasts. Know what I mean?

Ritchie, you heard about the killer?

It's not that, please. It's just...

Even though we don't know where he was?

- At the club? - Yeah, yeah.

- Vinny. - Dee, stay where you are.

Get the fuck in the car now!

Daily News columnist Jimmy Breslin

Reggie steps back into the box. He's got the new bat.

Yes, I am. I'm waiting to get in.

You can fix it up. Have privacy.

Stand there for just one second. What's your name?

if I can make it there

are melting away

You could be whatever you want, I think.

What are you doing here?

You're the whore, you stupid fucking whore.

I hope he kills you, you fucking faggot pansy!

Bobby, nobody's gonna hurt you.

- I already paid for the room. - You can go there and jerk off.

- It's not funny! - Baby, the power's out.

Him and Ruby are trying to make a fast getaway.

Listen, I mean...

You're not sorry what you did to me.

it was just one of those things

If you walk out that door, I'm gonna jump out that window and kill myself.

It's pure pandemonium, hysteria, chaos.

I need to talk to you. Listen to me for once.

Got to keep on dancing

Police! Don't move! Get against the car!

What the fuck am I gonna do? What if I can't stop?

and people with respiratory problems...

Now, you tell me...

Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you. Are you in a cult?

Run. I'm sorry about everything. Run, man. Please.

You know, Ron, we've been dating for three weeks.

Didn't you meet Mickey Mantle?

You ganging up on me?

to run to their hairdressers to dye their hair blonde

- Don't leave me. - I'm sorry, baby.

Right at the fucking top, we got Ritchie freak.

You gotta cut it out, or I'm not gonna spare you next time.

Ritchie's at home. We want you to help.

I know you can't get away with shit in life.

Ritchie's a dancer at Male World.

and you're so sexy and confident and everything.

God, you're beautiful.

- Was that for me? - That was the pills, the coke.

- They stick around the murder scene. - See who comes by.

I'll dance on the way out. Follow me.

- Vincenzo! - Shit.

love's got a hold on me

I'll take $5 for the whole fucking bag!

- Got him in Yonkers, idiot! - Don't fucking lie!

Looks like he split that bat.

Get the fuck outta here with your broke half-dead lobsters.

Why do they have to come here and do that?

On a rocket ship, no time to wait

- Have a shot. - I gotta go.

Want the whole wide world to see

Dippy doo Run, run, run

- I'm sorry. - It's all right, sweetheart.

See, I thought that what we had was special together.

- Baby, listen. - I love you so much.

Hello! Anybody out there?

To be interpreted as bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang.

- I'm sorry. - Get out of here, Ritchie!

I don't feel well. I gotta get some air.

Was one of them named Sheri?

it wouldn't be enough to say how much I love you.

Hello from the sewers of NYC

I don't fucking believe this shit.

Let me tell you something.

What's the matter, Vin? Not gonna say hello?

- Connie? - Yeah.

What if he fucking thinks I saw him?

- What a dress. - Easy, now.

It's all right. Everything's fine.

- Now, Vinny? - One minute.