Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Very simpatico, in Bernie's case. You know what I mean?
-Yes, you are. -Okay. What now? 7:00?
Come on, B, get in there!
Will you be needing anything else, Mr. Lomax?
Well, at least it's a chicken.
So, what are we gonna do now?
Maybe it's one of those above-ground Caribbean cemeteries.
Whatever.
That's Bernie Lomax. I'd recognize that smirk anywhere.
I don't buy it.
Stick him on the can. Let's start all over again.
-Do you have the time? -Get out of the way!
-Nice wind out there today. -Yeah, not bad.
No, it's really not necessary.
We needed him to get into the safety deposit box.
-Where are you going? -To have a good time.
-"Get up -"Get on up
Your mother doesn't like you getting the sheets all sweaty.
Working.
His death certificate. From the New York authorities.
Let's go on in. Way to go, Beester.
It beats losing a whole $1 million.
-Cash. -All right, we'll pay cash.
Come on.
Yeah, I didn't think we were gonna be the carnival.
...I'd simply take some salt and sprinkle it over your feet like that.
Get off! We're trying to fight.
-It hangs in his rear-view mirror. -Don't touch this.
-I'll get the tickets. -All right.
Voodoo Hoodo I Told you
Slow down!
Get him in.
-It's all my fault. -No, it's not.
-Working out and eating, that's it. -That's right.
Anybody with half a brain could have figured it out.
There's things I gotta do before we go to the bank.
Where's the liquor?
Come on, baby.
I'd get some rest, if I were you.
No, he's very, very shy.
That's not fair.
It's possible, but you have to believe in the magic in order for it to work.
All right, here we go
It's a problem but don't worry, I've got a plan.
What are you doing?
This is your fault, you think of something for a change.
I don't know, but doesn't she have some kind of power over us?
I ain't joking. Look at him, he's dying. I believe.
Don't you read the Post?
Got it. We're okay. We're okay. We're not okay.
Come on.
What do we got to be all afraid of this Mobu woman for?
Are you crazy? This is the most expensive restaurant in New York.
We lit one hundred seventeen candles. They are burning.
You are in the power of the Mobu.
-This isn't the hat shop. -Over here.
-You're surprised. -No.
Excuse me? Hi. I hate to bug you.
Wait. Couldn't you just save the grave robbing for later?
Why not?
Just put your left hand through. That's it.
Can I get a PBA card?
-Guys! -Our troubles are over!
Listen, better hold onto him.
Come on, buddy.
Now, as we continue to move out further over the coral reef...
You've seen the last of me. And I've seen the last of him.