Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[audience chuckling] -Take my wife. Please!

Same insignia as the knife in Lucky Larry's back.

[suspensful music playing]

Lost my appetite.

[suspensful music crescendos]

[exhales sharply]

♪ I'm tired of being pure ♪

asking me to meet her for a drink at the Garden Club.

the Devil went to New York City.

-Okay? -And then I parade it around the club,

than live forever without him.

They'll never be cast out of the proverbial garden.

Hold the line there, pal.

If it's all right with you...

As I was saying...

Firemen, barbers, sailors, carnival barkers--

If he has something that I enjoy, he calls me.

Yes, we do. We'll take one of those, please.

in an all-too-real version of Melvin the Magnificent's fake cult ceremony

Yeah, we have come...

when you were holding Tommy Stompanato's heart in your hands after you killed him?

Yes, perhaps they did.

Well, you might have led with that.

Although I suppose it will now.

We're looking for something much stronger than that.

a few drinks in, the captain says to me...

some priest fellas are throwing me in a volcano.

Sticky-fingered gent by the name of Lucky Larry.

Rationing was over, the boys were home from the war,

It's not much cleaner than the docks.

"You and Shirley were the best 20 bucks I ever spent."

♪ I've had in mind ♪

and the air was full of big band music and possibility.

because it had the best chanteuse on the marquee.

Just one thing.

If fisticuffs ensue, I promise to let you have all the fun.

And rousting me out of my shell shock was her final trick.

Not interested.

and I'm fairly certain my father's not handing those out anymore.

if you could refrain...