Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Want me to say "go"?

Thanks, partner.

I may have something on it for you.

Hey, come on down. I got a friend of that guy, Carnieri's.

Times two of us. Okay, let's see what we got here.

He thought that I was flirting with the ref before the bout.

- He ran a laundry over on Ninth Street. - Hey, Huggy.

You're no fake.

If they keep it up, we're gonna have to be creative...

I am sorry Al is dead.

No, no. And spoil our plans to go to the wrestling matches?

- Back again? - Yeah.

You as much as said we're involved in this.

What are you talking about? I knocked him out of the ring.

- Well, what'd you hear on Carnieri? - Nothing much.

He says he has information that is urgent.

Come on, go, you little squeaker.

- George Felton. - George Felton.

- Mouse races? - I don't believe it.

- What's shaking? - What you doing?

And then he looks up at me with his sad eyes, and he seems to be saying:

Pretty good, huh?

Well, he's got enemies. How about any friends?

- Where does he hang out? - He doesn't hang out. He's dead.

...by the time you open tonight. - What about Mr. Johnson's people?

Claims he won intercollegiate wrestling for two years.

You teach him to spit and groan and fly around the ring...

- Well, Carl and I left around... - It was around 11. Charlie?

And when it's all done, Taft ends up with the Cadillacs...