Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll do it.
He making enough noise to wake the dead.
THURGOOD: Where you been?
Thurgood!
Hey, Walter, what you doin' down there?
and had no distinguishing marks or scars.
I gotta sit and listen to all this crap. Just pick a name.
Africa?
It's true what those playa haters say. He is bougie.
You do the right thing.
Did he go for it? He's wise.
What was that ghost trying to tell me?
I'll deal. Five card draw.
Bye-bye.
HUD LADY: Hold a lottery. Next!
The living can't see or hear you, Thurgood.
Someone had to comfort Muriel.
It's not gonna be a pool hall.
Who the hell are you? What are you, a ghost?
"to whoever finds this will."
Huh? Why not?
Yes, I'm grateful you've chosen my novel for your book club.
No, it is not sweet, Thurgood!
Thurgood Howell III, right here. Yeah, yeah. That's funny.
When we took this apartment, we may have ruffled some feathers.
in your deluxe apartment in the sky-ie-ie-ie.
(ANGRY MUTTERING)
Man, I got a big butt.
THURGOOD: Mrs. Avery?
All right. Rupaul and Little Richard.
Goodie, I was thinking.
There's a very elaborate HUD procedure
I never been in this apartment before.
And I didn't care for either.
and does most of the work.
And I'm still the same humble man that you married.
What the hell is he doing here?
Okay. Pair of queen. What's your bet, Smokey?
Super made us a pool hall!