Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If I sign this, does that obligate me to pay for his funeral?
Put them in the back.
-The last round's on me. -Thanks, buddy. Here, this is for you.
-Good idea. You okay? -Never been better.
First, it's illegal.
How do you feel?
We're back from picking up after that gas barbecue explosion.
I don't know. He went crazy down there! He kept trying to open--
The banks don't open until 10:00 tomorrow. Come out. Take a look.
You know, for keeping yourself a virgin for me.
As a doorknob.
Twice. He was going to lead you to the money.
You know, science.
My buddy said he has one just like this except it's black.
I was irresponsible? I was here all night trying to find a way to get our jobs back!
Right here.
Wings up, flaps down. Yeah, right.
Now, there's a code on the thing.
I'm gonna put you wise guys in jail for twenty-four hours.
All right, get the box.
Really? You really like it? Good. I got you one, too. Try it on.
-It's the Mobu chick. -It's the Mobu, you're gonna live.
Wait.
I have my doubts about this whole thing.
-Let's ask her about the map. -No.
No, just wait right here. I'll get my keys and I'll drive you.
-Relax. Let me do my job. -Please.
Freeze! All right, hold it right there!
You sure they're guilty? They look kinda stupid.
Cast spells....
-Don't move! You're under arrest. -No, Officer, I don't....
It was great. Yeah.
I'm willing to bet you that's the $2 million that Lomax stole.
There we go. Now, we're into the bone-tossing thing.
Down there.
-That's heavy. Just give me that. -Easy.
You will need this.
Giddyup.
Not fair? Why did I let you talk me into coming on these schemes?
Called the insurance company. They said since nothing was stolen...
We were there the whole weekend. It's awful. A tragic story.
-You got the other one? -Yeah, yeah.
...charges can be reduced to simple trespassing.
-What happened to his clothes? -I don't know.
Breathe! Richard, you spit on me!
It's a key to a safety deposit box in St. Thomas.
-He's got papers for you to sign. -Go ahead, sign them.
Really? I was the one zooming along. Wings up, flaps down. Whole nine yards.
No, I didn't.
-Someday they'll catch up to us. -The operative word is, "someday."
We're into the chicken now. We're almost home.
-Come on, give me a hand. -You're doing fine by yourself.
Thank you very much, that's all we'll be needing of you.
I ain't got your chicken bones.
Because you're going to find it difficult to find employment with this scandal...
Papa, he's a doctor, and interested in the occult.
-You're kidding? He's not there? -What will we do with these two?
We did!
-Ladies. -My God!
And the "T," yeah, on the right side.
Forget about work for a while and try and relax.
We're almost there.
Mobu ain't got no power. Let me check our manual again.
Just around the bend.
-On three. -Okay. All right.
He wasn't my friend. Lomax tried to kill us.
Do me a favor, blow me.
I've heard enough.
What's up?
Yooo Ideas
-Like Tinkerbell, right? -Stop joking!
Don't be putting that on me, I ain't got nothing to do with it.