Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've got a name and a number.

What do I know?

[in Hungarian] The appraisers are right by the hospital.

[sighs] So fucked up.

♪ Momma loves her baby ♪

[upbeat music playing]

Uh, how did such things happen?

Uh, come over here.

in our house of worship.

One-four-zero-seven.

That sounds lovely!

Hot off the presses, ink's still wet.

♪ I found out just a little bit… ♪

Before you answer, remember, you believe in "transubstantiation."

…and married.

[piano intensifies]

Don't give anyone your name.

Thanks for your time.

You don't have to be a widow every night, right?

[window closes]

-Hey! -[whistle blows]

a priest, sending the mail.

Seven. Seven-eight-two-two. Mmm.

Went back to Budapest.

It's warehouse, not train.

-Cuckoo-cuckoo! -[Nadia] There a fucking rooster in here?

One-four-zero-seven, baby. Come on.