Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, pops, give me one of those crazy beers, will you, man?

Oh, the shame of it all!

- Anybody bring a gun for me? - Here.

- Let's get him out of there. - Hey, we've got this town on the ropes.

It looks like Johnny's here.

We had this man, we had this whole thing stopped when he stuck his nose it.

All right. Come in, sit down.

Hey, Johnny, where are we going?

Come on, Al! Come on! Come on! Thattaboy! Come on!

- Charlie, let me talk to the boy. - Bill, stay out of this. Get out of our way.

Help the man out! Help the man out!

I thought I was really living it up. I had me a guy and we were really gonna go.

How about you go gleeb one someplace for yourself, huh?

Please stop mumbling.

Pounding a little respect for law and authority into this guy's thick skull.

That's Conners in the hay. It's a bad break for Charlie Conners.

These squares are having a dance in Carbonville tonight. We'll go, huh?

They're in that order now, but anything can happen.

- Yeah, I know what you mean. - Well, that's all I'm saying.

- You got some steaks? - Kansas City steaks?

and let you go.

- This is my job. - You won't have it long.

Would you like me to fix you a steak sandwich or...?

- Don't you even care? - What can I do?

I don't get you.

Those words mean anything to you, squirrels? Are you looking for trouble?

I don't like cops.

Beats me. Looking for somebody to push them around...

Man, look at this cycle. You really stacked up this thing.

You don't give something like that away just like that.

The old man is dead. A dishwasher down the street.

Charlie Thomas is a bully. He was a bully in the third grade.

No, it's a drag. Come on.

Shut up! Let's you and me have a beer, Johnny. Shut up, I said!

- Black Rebels Motorcycle Club. - Isn't that cute?