Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd say she was good for 10 bucks, but I'll ask for 20.
- Where's that Joe Buck? - Where is that Joe Buck?
OK?
Hold it, baby. Save some of that for tonight.
Oh! Hitler's storm troopers!
It's up in Central Park, taking a leak.
Well, what about all my things?
Hey!
Well, you want me to stay here. That's the idea?
Damn it, you take it and go on with your work.
It's not far.
Here. Don't even thank me.
Hey, dog.
You're the only one who knows about it.
I've been thinking. I hope we're not gonna have a lot of trouble
It goes... It goes other places.
Oh, lower.
Hey, Ratso!
Y'all gonna eat them crackers?
and she busts out bawling when I ask her for money.
You got yourself a damn penthouse.
Five?
I think we'd better find somebody and tell them that I'm here.
- I'm keeping it on you. - I'm too hot now. Dumb.
♪ Break away from old habits
and I gotta get him south quick as I can.
Ten? You want ten?
You're the only one, Joe. You're the only one.
- Catch an early supper at Lindy's. - What time?
Get the cash. Those rich ladies write out a check at night,
You look real nice, loverboy. Real nice.
Close the doors on me for, when I'm going out there before?
That's a fact.
And I...
- On your feet. - Oh, wow.
a damn alley cat.
No.
Listen, Marjorie, you should try it.
Get out of here. Come on. Fucking creeps, go to work.
Hey, why you mad? Hey, what?
Well I ain't cheap
Yes, sir. Mr. Evers, sir. I wonder if you could have a word with me?
You know, with proper management,
In fact, you just sit comfy and I'll cut it out with my fingernail file, Ratso.
Well, it happens.
You want me, I don't go nowhere without my buddy here.
Hey, you know that runty little bastard I was with?
My ideal is Gary Cooper, but he's dead.
No, ma'am, I ain't.
I've prayed in the toilets.
- OK? - Yeah, OK, OK, OK.
Sticky. What did you do, slobber on it?
I love everything in the theatre. I would like to die on the stage.
- That ain't nice, picking on a cripple. - Cripple or not, I don't care!
Hansel and Gretel McAlbertson. One flight up.
- Guess who I am. - Who?
because you stole $20 off me.
You're a lovely person, really.
They get you all gussied up for some damn thing, ain't they?
Well, it can end in Y.
Come back tomorrow. Promise?
- Give me soup. - What do you think I'm getting?
Morey's always complaining about his ulcers.
B-6, G-49.
- A Texas oil man. - Aggressiveness.
Have you got that thing turned up?
I had this image of a policeman without his stick,
♪ Grandma's gonna buy you a golden ring
A woman with children wouldn't have time.
- You bet I do, sir. - Yeah.
It's OK, folks. Nothing to worry about.
No way to collect insurance.
and pull this kind of crap?
Hey, Cass. You know what you got here?
A whoremonger.
Wine and skyrockets.
Johann Gambolputty
That's New York talking there, ma'am.
Here.
I got this damn thing all figured out.