Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just hope that in the afterlife...
- Five bucks? - Oh, cool. Thanks, mister.
Lip borrowed a casket, Carl found some flowers.
No.
...they treat him as kindly as he treated us. To Frank.
Put Your Head in the Trash Compactor Day.
Why must you live out All those songs that you wrote
Don't know why you yids get such a bad rap...
That's it. Follow me.
What are you doing here?
- Girl, you need to unwind. - You sound like Steve.
Mandy's making eggs.
You ready for it? It's lots of work.
- Little more. - That good?
- Ugh, Carl! - Looking for Frank.
- What the fuck? - I want the gun back, Mickey.
These hobos are really going for blood.
You have to hurry because they'll be here any minute.
No, come inside, sweetie! Liam, honey! You have to come...
- Frank here? - Only when there's a check coming.
Hey.
- What the hell? - Put it... Go get the other one.
- He died last night. - Cut the shit, asshole.
Everybody's gonna be in one piece when you get back. Just go.
Hey, look what fell off the back of a truck.
You'd probably get thank-you cards. You're a U.S. Citizen.
- Just one call. - Oh, we don't have a phone.
- You buy watches? - Buy, trade
Yo, Kev.
Two a.m. Start. I don't know how Lucia does it.
How many of you, at one point or another, wanted to see me dead?
My opinion? You could do better.
Frank's mail.
They don't live here. You're never gonna see them again.
He's not dry cleaning. You can't just drop him off.
All right.
Some of you seemed a little too eager to see me go.
...like a coolie so your ass doesn't touch the water.
What? No. Why?
They're gonna bury him?
I need $6000 by tomorrow, or I'm a dead man.