Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A hand maybe?
Couldn't have been that they walked in on a moment of fun and frolic here.
...50 he could extort money from the woman who brought him up...
Show her in to Ms. Hayes' office. We'll join her momentarily.
You don't care about the business, about me, about anything.
Give me a minute.
...not limboing. You just encouraged them.
This is supposed to be it.
-Okay, roll your window down. -Okay, I'm ready.
Let's hear it for free enterprise. I didn't say that.
-What was that all about? -What was what?
-Yeah, and...? -And you're not.
No.
Does that mean the bet's off?
I gotta do some damage.
-What are you saying? -I think the sensible thing--
If you are, it's not fair. We had a definite mood going. I was just--
Sure, I ain't never licking your face when your father's around.
I am Ms. Hayes, aren't I?
I want you to tell her not to worry.
I don't know.
-What are you gonna do with us? -Kill you.
-Clark did it again. -Yeah.
I've come to understand that he enjoys losing, not winning.
-You know what I'm saying. -You talking about the bet?
You see, I'm not only looking for someone to simply save Clark...
Fifty thousand dollars. I can't believe we did that. David!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
No matter how long it takes, no matter how much money it takes...
You.
Let's get one thing straight, bub.
It's just that I like to know that I've struck the best possible bargain...
It all would have worked wonderfully...
I believe I feel a little celebration in the air, kiddies.
I think we just tell her, that's all.
-We should've handled it differently. -You mean the time, being late?
Sharpening your axe.
I'm sorry to come in so early and without an appointment.
-Like what? -Your dignity.
Ricky Nelson?! He's white!