Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...until I got, like, two more Demerol.
I remember only lying to her one time.
Why did you tell her? You didn't have to tell her.
Finished.
She believed me, Harry, and she came out here looking for him.
I'm not even from here, you fuck-up.
You deserved better.
No, sir. My mom used to say I had the neon disease.
No, I used to be great, now I'm amazing. Get with it.
Sources close to Neal, who has not worked as an actor in two years...
Fact is, she stole not only your credit card, but your ID.
It's only good for a couple shots, then you gotta drop it for something better.
He was my best friend, so she gave me that.
It's over, baby... You missed.
That sly little minx of yours has solved this case, and now I can't find her.
You're a genius, Harry. You're a genius.
Don't forget to validate your parking.
Do not ask me how I did B.
Come on, that's a big deal.
Yes. She's in my shower. I'm looking at her, for chrissake.
All right, be where I can see you. Be ready to move.
Think. First she hates her dad, then loves him. Has a lawsuit, withdraws it. Why?
...dumped the body and walked away clean, except for one little thing.
-Shut up. How did they get in? -I don't know.
Why? Because I fall off a building, 10 people in Baltimore...
If she stumbles on a murder plot, why hire me to film it?
He stashed his daughter in here, and then he put the ringer on the street.
Let's go.
Why in poo-perfect hell would you pee on a corpse?
He means when you say, Picture it inside your head...
Jesus. Look up idiot in the dictionary. You know what you'll find?
When she wasn't impersonating Veronica Dexter...
Reconciliation, idiot.
I steal. I robbed a house. I stole this watch.
Oh, my God. So it's two different girls, right?
-For chrissake, no. -Why not?
But Jonny never showed.
Remember, I told you he looked familiar. Oh, God, this can't be true.
-Who's this? -I feel for the guy.
I'm afraid I'm similarly afflicted. My daughter just lived 10 years in Paris.
Good.
I know you said that there was gonna be consequences, but fuck.
I mean, physically, not like a guy who's angry in a movie in the 1950s.
-Come on, we gotta go. -Oh, God.
Let it happen, baby.
Maybe you could put the hat in the kettle...
But while it lasted, brother...
This city can't get enough of messing with people.
Okay, this is a bunch. I can start my...
...the next, I'm sipping champagne in L.A.
He just asked a carpet-cleaning service to save him.
I heard about you. You're the whatchamacallit, the consultant.
No problem. Don't quit your gay job.
-You slept with Chook. Excuse me. -Come on.
He's read them all. They're in his house. Plus, he was in that piece of shit...
But the night had other plans for me.
Before we do this...
-I'll give them back. -Yeah. Yeah, anything in the drawer.
Will you fucking hurry?
I think we're safe.
Sorry. I work for Perry now.
Harry, I was thinking some more about this reality versus fiction.
-Let me get you the key. -Actually, it's not 714, it's 514.
It's nothing against your boss. I'm grateful. I just-
...and all the normal girls managed to hang on.
Hello?
I'm knee-deep in pussy. I just like the name so much, I can't get rid of it.
-...with the print part. -Get the finger, kill the dog, get out.
Hey.
Boils down to this:
He called her a-Well, a bad word.
If it fucking killed me, I would not stop...
No, I don't wanna come up. Why would I go up there?