Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but I can't release the car to you till they release it to me.
He's lying!
Is it... this fella maybe?
It's kind of hard to see though.
Is this your car, sir? What?
more shades of green than any other color?
Plus, Tuesday is bingo night at the church.
Yeah.
I'll be there just as soon as I... Okay, then.
Could be.
No, no.
Yeah, he had an alibi. It checked out.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
And every night she puts her kitty in your face. (CHUCKLES)
Deputy pulled him in an hour ago.
You bought gas.
LESTER: Gotta pick up a few things.
Glaucoma they say it is, only in the one eye.
Louder! I, Lester Nygaard...
The fella from Mr. Nygaard's car.
Me? No, I do animal control mostly.
But... it's him.
That's what I tell my parishioners.
(GROANING)
(LINE CLICKS)
Hell, son, that could be a photo of my momma for all I know.
Why I let him go.
You just... just pick a name out of the phone book.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
No, not my car. It's... it's these two fellas.
Hello? Do they have 'em?
Okay, yeah.
Don't take two of these and think you're gonna nap.
I can't promise you fingers won't get broke.
(SIGHS)
Let's go.
Well, he just wasn't very nice is all.
I'll call the cops.
Anyhoo, that's animal control's purview.
SCHMIDT: All right, then. Well, it looks like
It's a new phone. Now!
I, Lester Nygaard...
No, sir, I'm supposed to tell you your car's not ready yet.
Do you understand?
Now I gotta arrest you. Good, good. Let's go.
Okay... now the other one... slowly.
Great.
All right. Thank you.
God... is real.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Slow down.
She showed me. Yeah.