Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yeah? - You got any plans after this is over?
You really know how to cheer a guy up, don't you?
...when do I throw the first pitch? - Okay.
What's that?
I say we waste him.
He'll apologize. Smile.
- How much? - 50 cents.
...my mother always gave me chicken soup.
Easy.
- Last go-around, huh? - Yeah.
None of them will get hurt.
Yeah, okay.
He won't think anything's wrong. Come on, make me laugh.
...because there are people at this table. Give me time to get into position.
- You bet I do. - Terrific.
Theresa...
Are you kidding? You ought to see this guy's place.
(Bill Slaps Riley with a Belt) STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME THAT WAY, I'M YOUR FATHER!!!
- Good luck. - You're the tops.
- The shoulder? - Yeah.
Three minutes to 12.
What, now that I finally got a waitress?
You know the last time that my partner got riled like that...
Well, one of them bounced off that thick skull of yours.
Listen, I could put your friend out of his misery for him.
Go.
So why don't you go back to your halftime festivities, Joey?
That creep's holding firm.
All right. I take it from here. Go to the bar, get yourself a drink and relax.
See?
Oh, yeah? Well, it's a lot better than reading that garbage that you read.
See you.
What are we gonna do?