Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you're missing out on a complete life. I know, flicks, big deal.

Hello, O'Doole. You don't look happy.

- What's the fireworks? - Knocking over one of Leo's clubs.

- No one else knows about the fix? - No one without ethics.

- You know who I am? - Yeah, Johnny Caspar's shadow.

Me, picking up after the dog:

You can't be part of this! I think these guys are gonna whack me!

You haven't bought a license to kill bookies. I ain't selling any.

Hell, Leo, I ain't embarrassed to use the word. I'm talking about ethics.

since a guy will say anything when his number's up.

I just got a good feeling about ....

Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!

I've had worse. Your ventilator mending?

There's nothing in it for you now.

'Tis you, 'tis you must go

Another fix? Which fight?

- Miss me? - Drop dead.

Then you must be happy to see me.

If I was a horse, I'd be on my fetlocks praying you don't pick me.

You don't know that. It don't make sense. Why would he?

That ain't all we know, smart guy.

- I run things now! - No one appreciates that more than I.

Since you botched that hit, I can only be so grateful.

Not at all. I came to hear your side of the story.

We can table that for a later day.

Let us know if you need anything. - Yeah, happy days. Have a seat.

Because ethically, he's kind of shaky.

And you picked it up, but it wasn't a hat anymore.

When summer's in the meadow

If Leo did want me back, he's a bigger sap than I thought.

All right, let's go!

But when I bet with this son of a bitch Bernie Bernbaum,

I guess you think that's a bonehead play.

Okay, Leo. Maybe it wasn't that innocent.

Giovanni Casparro.

I wanna see you sweat a little.

the old man's still an artist with a thompson

I suppose you think you raised hell.

But I figure a deal is a deal. You're square with me,

- The oldest reason. - I know friendlier places.

I never met anyone made being a son of a bitch such a point of pride.

I know Mink is Eddie Dane's boy, but still I...

- They wouldn't dare. - I told you not to hit Caspar's club.

- You might find Mink with him. The hell you say.

- How'd you get the fat lip? - War wound. Acts up around morons.

A hot dog and mustard?

I was walking in the woods, I don't know why.

I guess you picked that fight with me just to tuck yourself in with Caspar?

for a guy who'd chop you off at the heels for two bits.

That they were the ones who sold out your fix.

I'll see where the twist flops.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

- Why can't you admit it? - What?

I just wrote this check to Lazarre.

How horrible Rug was, how he goaded you, shook you down.

- Okay, Eddie. Friends now, huh? - Nuts.

Anyone left in there, come out grabbing air! You know the drill!

I wanna place a bet on tonight's fight.

Tho' soft you tread above me

Who's this? Hello, Shad.

What's on your mind, Bernie?

well we just differ on that.

As in, he ain't got any.

Bernie's dead, isn't he?

It's a dream, Tommy! I'm praying to you!

I'll sit facing the corner in a funny hat.

- So he says. - Meaning what, exactly?

Or like anyone.

- You said you would. - I said I'd think about it.

you bump the Shmatte, I hold up my end.

and the DA hasn't touched any of your rackets.