Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Blumberg was unimpressed and told him to leave.
- Your Honor, may I approach the bench? - Yeah.
He told the truth. Brilliant. I never suspected it.
Let's get on with it.
Let me guess. He bought the cookies.
Okay. Thank you, Judge Stone.
Yeah. Listen, I guess it was kind of a rough night for you, huh?
You do, and you'll answer to me.
...till I talk to my lawyer.
Oh, would you look at that? All I got is a 100. I'll have to get some change.
All right, people, if we could all find a seat, please.
Mr. Prosecutor?
It says "peanut brittle."
Court's in session.
Or, for that matter, when you're going to run into...
- Hey, kid. - Don't hit me.
He's working with some kind of therapist.
Your aspirin's in the top drawer.
- That doesn't make sense. - Look, it's very simple.
Yeah, Lana, where you been the last 15 minutes?
And I decided to try on my old Girl Scout uniform.
And they're bringing him up to your office.
...that there was an attempt, but...
Well...
Bull, I think I'm just gonna take my chances.