Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks, mister.
No. I just wanted to scare you. Just a game.
And what stops that? Honestly, I don't know what to do.
- Let's see. He committed... - Burglary. Second degree.
Huh? Well, until he makes his move, nothing.
...you're not without friends.
- Sounds like you were real lucky. - Yeah. A few inches higher...
- Clipped off the rattle so he couldn't hear it. - Oh, that's awful.
Not exactly like that.
...it occurred to me he'd just slip into the crowd.
...suppose his father isn't exactly like the kind of man you described.
Bruja?
- A death threat? - Yeah. "Dear Scum." It's for you, Harry.
- That was sweet. - I've got dibs on his parking space.
Got two fifties.
They're bringing him to my office? Why?