Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.
Doris going.
Mr. Hail-fellow-well-met, about to open his own business here,
We never told anyone outside of our official report,
Maybe the things I don't understand will be clearer there,
But everyone call me Birdy.
Cutting the hair and chewing the fat.
Man, could he talk.
Not that I complained, mind you.
I just cut the hair.
Me, I don't talk much.
And all those twists and turns...
I am Carcanogues. You will wait, my dear.
No court-martial. Honorable discharge, may 8, 1945.
What do I say when I don't like dinner?
The wheels of justice turn slow.
But it's true.
Well, it was quite something.
I'm Freddy Riedenschneider. Hungry?
It was a pretty good speech and even had me going,
In some boat yard in San Diego.
Dough is dough, huh?
I didn't say a word.
A lot of folks live with the pate exposed.
A bigger one, even, than what had really happened to Big Dave,
I hate wops.
I've done the research, I've contacted the vendors.
- You sure, Eddie? - Yeah, yeah, go ahead.
This is a man who knows nothing, no matter how much you tell him.
Then bring me a fruit cocktail while I wait.
It was a routine we fell into most every evening.
Cleanliness, friend.
I've made inquiries.
They winched it out...
Doris wasn't big on divine worship,
Shave my legs, will ya?
It was clean.
Have a seat, mister.
Freddy Riedenschneider was busy preparing.
My name's Diedrickson, county medical examiner.
I even went when Walter was away on his research trips.
Frank Raffo, my brother-in-law, was the principal barber.
Doris didn't much feel like going, and I didn't either.
I have been 13 years as an entrepreneur, and I have never...
How did she do?
Tell Doris not to worry.
The judge comes in last. He'll come in when Doris gets here.
Banging into the dead ends,
ARNEY BRAGG??? AGAIN???
Who got into town two days later...
Oh, no, it's okay.
My first instinct was no, no, the whole idea was nuts.
No, I... no, l-I do probate and real estate...
Well, we goin'?
As per our discussion.
Listen, when the annex opens up, you gotta stop by.
I don't understand.
Big Dave's annex. Now, this is strictly haberdashery.
The Christmas push.
Then I waited.
Ed, gimme a zip.
I thought there would be arguments,
And they were all still struggling way down below.
I could offer a guilty plea, and in return they don't give you the juice,
Come in.
But I don't think you want to spend the rest of your life in chino.
No annex.
Jesus.
I don't know what to do.
Sit down over there.
I wish I'd played better for you 'cause I know it would've made you real happy.
Subject: David Allen Brewster,
Jesus. Bingo.
Hello, Tony.
Complainant has a broken nose, couple of broken ribs.
- Big Dave. - Huh?
That I wasn't the kind of guy to kill a guy,
This is when you come together.
That our souls were still connected,
What sunspots are made of,
Yeah, it's a nice rug.
He told me not to worry, though. Said he'd think of something.
What's going on, Ed?
But I couldn't see any pattern.
But then I went and found the pansy.
Who gets the privilege?
I never even wanna hear those words.
They gotta put up the big front so that people will trust 'em with their money.
Of his professional career.
What's the point?
Maybe have a drink.
It was... nice to meet you, sir.