Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Take the money, he loves to spend it.

-You could drive it 8 feet in.

but it would appear that you're doing this on purpose.

You're suppose to be watching after me -- where the hell were you, anyway?

-Look I just wanted to put it in his face! He can't do that and get away with it.

-Uh, nobody, sir.

-Ah, he sounds like your grandmother, this guy, eh?

-Well, you've traveled a long way since then.

only they're a lot richer, nastier and more obnoxious.

-He's relentless, isn't he?

Seeing your face on them made me, uh,

-You're not a cop?

-Some people might consider that to be strong motivation to take the money.

-Uh, one more thing. My card.

You're scaring the patrons.

-Turk Broda, big time bookie. Matches description, same with the car.

Why is that so hard to believe?

Excuse me for a second.

-No, thanks anyway. I'm still a little sore from the last time.

You watch the last four seconds?

which I sincerely doubt, I would appreciate it if you'd leave my establishment.

-Come on in, Detective.

You remember Henry Duckett?

-And that's just from today. So you're a friend of Mark's, huh?

-It's twenty below!

-Sixteen thousand fans screaming in unified hatred against one man

-He's my friend, Ray.

-We're a man short.

-What a jerk, man. Now I'm going to run him down and bust him.

Now uh, Antonioni was working with film. You guys are stuck with tape.

I've been down at the forensics lab wasting mine.

-You're making a lot of excuses for this guy, Benny.

It didn't seem to make much difference when I told them they could keep the money.