Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Three years ago he tries to hold up Tiffany's...
I can't seem to find the damn ticket.
- Do I hear $10? - Ten bucks.
Whatever.
Stand up there, noddy.
So what do you want, a badge?
Anybody hurt in this wreck?
just to make sure there's no heat.
Not that one. The little one.
I haven't spent five minutes in New York City...
♪ To use a word like spoon ♪
Excuse me. Excuse me.
♪ And envied us ♪
What for? You wanna play hide the salami with his old lady?
Everybody wants Weinstock, right? Well, maybe here's the lead we're looking for.
His girlfriend's in the back of the car. She's dead.
we tail him to Brooklyn, and we sat on him for practically a week.
Stop that man! He's wanted by the police!
- Give him a chance. - Man, all I know is he lives on 125th Street...
They got the bridge blocked off!
I also got two feds- Mulderig and Klein.
The top one. The top floor?
You're gonna lose him.
Get your hands on your heads.
A deal for half a million dollars? Maybe.
- A high school kid in short pants that had a twitch. - Oh, Christ.
♪ He was so happy if he had the time ♪
We found a set of works on the kid driving the sports car over there.
Klein, this is Cloudy. Do you read me?
Move it, will you, mac?
Nineteen going on 50.
Yes. It's my first trip.
Touch the brake, and I'll blow you in half.
- There must be a doctor. - There is one.
Mulderig.
- Have you ever been to Poughkeepsie? - Hey, man, give me a break.
Do you believe all this crap?
Mackel Brothers will show you the way to Florida...
I don't want to get into this. I gotta have time.
What the hell is goin' on here?
Will you please extinguish your cigarettes?
♪ And then he wondered to himself Now, why is it ♪
Coke! Coke, you all right?
Get the hell in there. Put your hands on your head.
Where are you?
Get your hands on your head.
Bring out the gas!
Hold it!
This is Cloudy. Do you read me?
- You've been there, right? - Yeah. Yeah.
Get that hair done before Saturday.
Bill, why don't you knock it off?
He made me too.
Cute.
Thought I told you to get plastic folders for this stuff.
It's me! It's me!
but I want you to model it for me.
- What? - It's me, Cloudy.
Open the door.
If this is the way you're comin' in on this...
Is it Joe the barber? Joe the barber, right? That's who it is, isn't it?