Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me Sparky.

So, what's that got to do with his eyes or his wardrobe or his chin?

They were cooking the books.

Shave your head in a Mohawk, tattoo an eight ball.

Maybe she's right. You know it's not easy to be the son of a Viola.

And I uncovered something I think you're gonna wanna hear.

...what that big-boned bag of wind has been putting me through.

...had you not attempted to cover up the debits with phoney credits...

-...I don't want it to be the last. -Burt.

I'm sure you can appreciate the conflict of interest that presents.

-Please don't leave me. -Leave you?

...the man charged with murdering his business partner, Kathleen O'Rourke?

You could meet her, get to know her.

That somebody was Mr. Gibson.

When you planning on coming home?

-Hey, cousin, don't rush off. I'm busy now.

Sicily is not extra.

He has friends, family, pets, just like we do.

Bailiff, take this woman into custody.

-Mr. Foreman. -Don't say mistrial.

That's easy for you to say, it's not your family.

Who cares if she called you big boned?

Look, lady, what do we have to do to get you to reconsider?

I've already written a week's worth of rhymes. Thanks, Miss Hayes.

-My son sneezes at garlic. -Dad--

Never mind that lying under oath is a criminal offence.

This man, John Gibson, is an innocent man.