Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What time are your classes, huh? - I'm ditching.
If you are close in proximity to any power lines, please move quickly away.
Do you do tricks in your, uh, routine? - Yes. Uh- huh.
He's still asleep. He really hasn't moved.
We took it together!
It's a man.
The Wymans. - Yeah, them.
♫ Passing my door ♫
She says, Don't tell me it didn't cross your mind, because I'll call you a liar.
I could make some calls.
I remember, Chick damn near cut his finger off once.
He's too quick for me.
What was the patient's name? - Eh, the boy's name is... is Finnigan.
Holy Christ! It's a dead body!
So, uh, how you been?
but with the medfly,
What is it? An alarm clock?
Art... Where's Art Blakey? - Where?
I'm not whispering. I'm just... I'm... I'm throaty. I'm excited.
Do you wanna have a go at it?
Don't you? - Mommy, can I go to the bathroom, please?
♫ When you're a prisoner ♫
Phone number, ma'am? - 504-0361.
You've never seen anything like it. They want to be caught.
You're not supposed to put A.P.B.'s out on dogs, but I did it.
You're gonna talk to her, or I'm gonna knock you on your ass, pal.
I-Is that a touch of terrific? It's yours!
'cause that's the only realistic course open to us.
exactly how it happened.
Anyway, I... I told Olla I'd be over early, and I was.
♫ In a setting by the woods ♫
crime, gang warfare, massive overcrowding.
Well, we only got 3 hours and 59 minutes left.
What time is it? - I asked you where you been.
Oh.
We're not sure if it was earthquake related.
Cup of coffee. - Yeah, okay.
We already agreed to go. We made a date.
Have you listened to the news lately? It's dangerous!
Neither do I! - I! I! I!
Well, if you'd get a job, you could get your car fixed.
Yeah, let's fuck. Come on. We can fuck.
I don't wanna talk about that, okay?
What if I'd killed him? Then what?
That's the best fishing I've ever had.
Don't look at me like that, Stuart.
Every Angeleno says to himself or herself...
That crazy person keeps calling. I'm scared to death.
And I thought you had to have a brain to think.
Oh! Oh, yeah! Yeah, go on! Get cancer!
♫ He eats so much that his tummy sags ♫
Hey, Knute. I just was hearing the good news.
I was just asking about dinner.
is practically, totally real...
Claire, do you wanna pick a category? - It's your buzzer.
as to whether the objectives are even realistic.
Go ahead.
Casey, get back in the house. It's still dangerous. - Well, maybe I'll become a regular customer.
♫ Yesterday you owned the world ♫
♫ A little man by the river stood ♫
It's like fishing. We use bait.
like, right around her puddy...
What's in here? - Bill... Don't snoop, Bill.
Down, down. - No, no, no, no, no.
Daddy, I want Suzy back!
I think they went to get a blow job.
Colors are good. - Yeah.
to get you into bed.
And then a little stopover in Bangkok that I requested, a four-day layover there.
Sit down. Look at the cards. - Say, Please, mistress.
Oh. - So you're Howard's dad?
Bye, Gene. - Wally, Wally. Bye, Wally.
Well... Casey, let me look at you.
Hey!
Maybe. You go and get them and bring 'em back here.
Yeah. - How'd you find us?
Honey? You home?
You want a beer?
What about a candle? - Candle.
He's a doctor. Remember?
Hey, how 'bout a fruit plate? Somethin' light?
I figured it would take a couple hours. Then, I'll go to work, tell 'em I'm feeling better.
Goddamn it, Zoe! What was that?
In a robe.
Hello? - Who's this?
I gotta run it up and down, up her... on the inside of her elastic...
So irresponsible. Casey has allergies. The slightest thing sets him off.
Hey. Casey. What's up?
6'4, 6'5, Eddie Valdez. We called him Big Ed.
I say we got 2 hours of prime trout time left. That's what we oughta deal with.
I'm a blonde...
Hey, Casey. - Case?
Yeah. Me neither.
I told you I canceled the 'Times', right?
That's Chick's fault. He was always hot for the string players.
the public is not convinced.
Yeah, wasn't it? - I'll see you back there, honey.
They all come with little...
No, wait a minute. Let me give you a ride home, make sure you're okay.
Okay. - Okay? Be back in five.
Yeah. This is good, huh? It's like it's not... I don't know. It's different.
Did she drown? - We don't know.
Oh. You're very lucky, you know that?
You have a nice day now.
Out.
And I didn't tell your mother I was going over to Olla's house...
That's not as bad as an eight.
And I get a load... Oh, Jesus. God, that woman was put together...
With thoughts to make you think.
Whoa! I lost my umbrella.
You know, that's really not that bad. Eight is bad.
Come on, we're like two innings in, and you're winning. - Oh, big girlie.
Please hold a minute. - Okay. All right. I'll hold.
Claire. - I been...
You know, my mother was an artist, sort of.
Because I have some very nice baseball designs.
Gene, earthquake! Get under the doorway!
I don't know why we're sittin' around here actin'like it was our fault.
Whatever you put in it to kill the bug spray.
This is good. Is that Suzy?
I don't know! I came home and he was here.
Yeah, well, thank you very much.
His lungs have cleared up substantially. That's a big plus.
Excuse me.
Stormy was in the air when the quake happened. - Here's a helicopter pilot.
Fuck!
It's gonna be all right.
Gordon, how about that ass?
And I remember 'cause two of the girls' names was Kelly. Remember?
Quiet! Quiet!
♫ But I don't wanna cry ♫
I'll do that! Just give me a couple of minutes here!
Anyway, it squirts water... It looks like a real camera. Please?
You never mentioned her before.
Seven-point-four. That's big. - Well, that's pretty big.
Dead.
I'll bet she did. You can tell Daddy. - Give me that.
That's what we went up there for.
He was hit by a car the day I came in here to order the cake.
Bill, this has taken fucking hours. - Yeah, well, you know.
You're blocked, babe.
Call a code blue and get me some help in here immediately.
Why do you like that guy? - Phil? I love him.
What do you do? - Oh, yeah?
I said, Fine. And, uh, after a while she...
Oh. Something hit me in the fuckin' head last night.
You are gonna be late for school, young man.
Oh, home, sweet home. - Really.
What do you mean, hit by a car?
We could still be back in Minnesota with me, and married...
I think I'm, uh, getting serious.
Oh, we've been married a long time, Sherri.
Got you something. - Huh?
How many clowns can you fit in this car?
Let's go. - Give me that.
Till the wheels come off, baby.
There's a line of prose from the writings of St. Teresa...
Shit!
Will, Austin!
♫ Yeah, I'm a prisoner of life ♫