Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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