Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...you know about an accident a couple of nights ago, a guy named Carnieri?
- You ready? - For what?
- That's 20. - Twenty.
- He's okay. Keeps asking after you. - Is he still putting on weight?
Locked.
As near as I can figure it, we had about 185 hours in there...
- How about dinner for four? - What?
Carl.
...green.
I've been known to carry tana leaves.
Hold it.
What's going on? Where'd that come from?
Hey, Soon Henry was running true to form.
Listen, one more question, about the bruise on the neck.
Seventy-five.
- Who were you talking to? - I said it was nobody.
You see, Mac Johnson asked us to meet him at your office this morning.
- I've got about 20 times, for him... - Excuse me.
Just a funny little bruise on the side of his neck.
What's going on?
How long is it gonna take to clean up?
- Come back. - Yeah.
- Six by... - Oh, I'm sorry.
- Tell me he slipped on a bar of soap. - He slipped on a bar of soap.
It takes that much effort to get that much blubber out of the ring.
- Okay, now. Can we go? - Sure.
No, no. They just left. But they'll be back.
Figure about two breaths every six seconds.
- Get a nice spread in the magazine. - Eddie?
- What are you talking about? - That's effort.
Taft!
- Gee, sorry. - 150 cubic centimetre lung size.
- What's the matter? Stuck? - Yeah.
- Hey, I like everybody. - Mac Johnson didn't like me, okay?
- What the hell are they doing? - I don't know.
- Well, I figure we dead even. - How do you figure that?
That's two years back in the joint. Go ahead and shoot.
...they just come out of Carnieri's place. I don't know.
...like it was on purpose. - It's starting to look that way.