Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Lacey. I gave them the money.
Come on, Tommy, slow down!
It serves you right.
Ohh.
Oh, excuse me.
OK.
What about Times Square, all the electricity?
Oh, yeah.
Open the door.
How's she doing?
We're gonna lose him, and it's all your fault.
Pick it up.
Yo! Wait a minute! Those are my pictures!
Yeah, me too.
Donald's all grown up, Faye.
Tonight. I'll have them out by tonight.
What neighborhood?
Get out of my way.
Mason, do something. Talk to them.
Get her out of here. And you-
I want to go to bed- to sleep.
It's not the door, Mason.
Hey, you, you!
Shut up, Benny.
Jetsam.
- This one? - No, the other one.
Never knew you had a mother. Buenos dias, senora!
You can't buy them at Macy's.
Not me, them- the little guys.
It's a home for senior citizens.
Come on, you're a very rich lady.
to honor and protect you...
Well, I didn't know what to write.
It's reality!
Mason Baylor?
I, um...
Can you believe this?
Wait! Would you stop?
I'll take door number one.
- My guys are coming any minute. - Yeah, sure they are.
I can't help it, but don't let it bother you. It's not your problem.
Man, you shouldn't even be in here. I'm gonna report all you guys.
How about you move in with me?
It's you.
My God, Faye.
Put on the red record.
It's good pay.
Stay away from my wife and this building.
Batteries not included.
Goddamn it-
They leave the nest!
Hey, lighten up.
Donald!
OK.
I'm not superstitious...
You know, that little tiny, helpless spare part-
Um... they're on their way to Chicago.
It's full of ghosts or spirits or something.
Please, Faye. Don't do this.
- You're an angel, Bobby. - I'm calling the cops!
It's like the Navy- coming and going, coming and going.
Lacey, you son of a bitch!
- I haven't been to the doctor. - That's crazy.
You punks!
Fourth floor, storeroom, in back.
- Bobby is dead. He's dead. You hear? - No!
You got the idea, right?
Hi.
Put that down. You guys, come on. Stop playing with that.
- What's the matter with you? - Faye-