Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got dibs on spinning it.
Not so fast, Daddy.
It's all there. Or try murder house on Elm Street.
Yeah. No, I get that.
hey, I'll just help myself.
He'd been drawing on a placemat.
Ms. Gladys Jones.
one night I woke up, and they were holding me down and branding my arm.
[Jughead] Mid century colonial,
The third Wednesday of every month is reserved
- How so? - Well, I'm in the process of courting the business
we've come up with a plan...
Joaquin's dead, and now his brother...
Daddy, you've been here for hours. This is a huge bill.
Will you help me?
I know, but he's also a VIP.
Old and new. Dad, I'm talking about the next chapter.
Your mother came to me.
♪ Wanted to be near you ♪
Better start packing. We're in escrow. I sold the house.
Reggie, how have our takes been since our casino upgrade?
That's the key.
Okay? He was a good guy, but...
The Serpents are rudderless.
Allowing you to rake in a tidy sum.
- What's this? - A gang.
Uh...
We've been seeing that more and more.
That's where your Pretty Poisons come in.
You gotta take drastic action, boy. Words aren't gonna do it.
You know they outnumber us now?
Not when you go and flagrantly break the law.
If I don't do this, the Gargoyles, they won't protect me.
Is there a problem, Mo?
[sighs] Is this for real?
Is this a high school or a Roger Cormen movie?
You mean, there are Gargoyles out there that are even crazier than you?
Problem is they have no honor,
We need a line on a new cash cow.
Jug...
Ricky.
God, you are so transparent.