Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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