Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I listen to the radio. Music, that is. News is no good, excites people.
- How are things at Frank's? - Fight started. I don't know.
Come on, Johnny. Let's go someplace.
All right, okay, okay. That's enough. Now, stop it. That's all.
- The beer's just in the bar. - Alrighty.
I've given you a couple of chances. I don't know what you're after...
John Strabler.
You have to get your name engraved on it, whatever you do. It's important.
You remember. The last weekend we went out scrambling.
- Some cop, huh? - See Johnny back him down?
Go, go.
One more cute remark and you won't be riding any cycles.
That's fine old playing. We've got to get this beer.
And it's lucky, the way you drive.
Johnny, you gonna let that phoney cop get away with this.
You want to see something? You wanna see Johnny go?
This is the main event.
That's the way to be, Jim.
I have to stay here as long as we're busy.
Where's that girl? Where's that Kathy?
There he comes. That's him!
You been staying out too late at night?
Where's that chick that's got my gold?
Dorothy. I guess you're right.
I don't know why, but I'm not afraid of you now.
- Where's that bunch from? - I don't know, everywhere.
I can't explain it, sad chick like that.
- Chief, let me tell you about Johnny. - Shut up.
I mean, he ought to turn one way or the other. You know what I mean?
Go ahead.
- What are they fighting about? - I don't know.
Shut up, Frank.
What's the matter, Kathy? I was only trying to...
If you find him, bring him to the back of the store. We'll meet there.
Take that back so they can give it to somebody who really won it.
- Both of us? - Yes.
- I thought about you. - I'll see you later, okay?
You are the cop. If you can't boot these jerks out, we'll have to bust a few heads.