Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

These are Sun-Maid raisins. Don't fuck with my palate.

Wow, after all I've done...

No fucking way!

Finally. (CHUCKLES)

Turtle, you really don't have to get a job.

You've lost the last eight holes, Ari.

You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna focus

I know how angry you were after what he did.

Wow. Dom's a dad.

Even before I did all this?

What are you, stupid?

- Make it 300 cash and he's in. - 300?

- You brought your pro, Alan? - I sure did.

- Let him play, Bob. - Sorry.

I'm sure he has been.

Why, you want to keep me?

There's no sugar coating on these raisins.

- Oh, look here. - Sorry, Charlie.

but never to the outside world.

- Any advice there, Phil? - Pray, Ari.

For real this time.

so I'm not gonna feel too bad taking all your money.

- (CAR STARTS) - What are you doing?

That's about when I met Phil.

- Now get her out of here quietly. - Okay.

- So what now? - Well...

in a coffee mug with a splash of V8.

- I don't believe this. - I do.

- I'm sorry, Drama. - Well, sorry don't fill my belly.

I've hit a bit of a rough patch.

I'm gonna toughen you up, though, Turtle.

Well, I'm a little more likely to since it's not your money, Vince.

- (SIRENS WAILING) - (HELICOPTER WHIRLING)

Yeah, he saw a real flaw in my game.

A happy boss means a happy assistant.

Yeah, we made a pact before we had little lzzy.