Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you know the cops are looking for you, Harry?
I'm not a nice man, Harry.
Second, you've got to find the gun.
Check out Doris and Lucinda over here.
Okay, let's burn the bitch.
I just got back. I was in the Hills all day. Shitty reception.
What's my sister's connection to Veronica Dexter?
If you're not gonna help me, I need to find somebody else!
This is....
She's homely.
First the old father, now the shiny new one.
-Kiss me. -What? No, no, no.
God! Embrey, Indiana!
-Do you have to smoke? -You want me to put it out?
-Is she dead? -No. She's resting her eyes for a minute.
She hired me over the phone.
-Jonny Gossamer- -Jonny Gossamer movie. That's right.
Now, get this, they're screen-testing me. Is that wild?
Like the other night when you were all over me...
My best friend! You said you were going to drop by his house, wave goodbye.
Yeah, what's this-?
-Let me find a pen. -No. Whatever. Watch the road.
-Harmony's convinced- -I don't care about-Listen to me.
You don't get it, do you? This isn't good cop, bad cop.
He pays me to insulate him from corpses.
Evening. Harry.
There's always the part where the guy gets tortured.
I should be pissed.
Probably an actor.
Veronica Dexter was reported missing yesterday afternoon...
It's a cool watch. It's got this little light thing. I stole this gum...
Seriously, don't jump all over me. Just pay attention. Watch it, please.
Oh, God.
I can't believe that that's the reaction that-
-Absolutely not. -What?
Cyber Agent. C-Y-B-E- Why don't you ask...
Hello?
Go. Sleep badly.
Why?!
Perry, watch out! Goddamn it, turn around!
-My client is one Allison Ames. A-M-E-S. -Ames.
Sorry, kid. Good hands, though.
Well, maybe you should try to get in touch.
-Can I use a dry towel? This towel's wet. -No.
On the left, next to Brazilian Billy Bob Thornton.
-How about you? -I do a little acting.
-I call it my faggot gun. -Because?
God. No, wrong throat, wrong woman. That's bad.
No, seriously, I was on the case. Harry Lockhart, L.A.P.I.
I don't want younger and better, I want you.
Yuck, come on.
Frolicking in the lake together. What is that?
In reality, the pros like about five feet of separation.
-Wait, Perry. -Call me back right away.
-You know what? It worked. -No one else thinks so.
I'm trying to wrap up the movie...
I got priors in New York, so I can't be messing around-
Harold...
What she thought was father and daughter.
...that me and Harmony changed the world.
But we know why you gotta do it down there.
Just now. My friend Tiff does the video dubbing at Fox.
Dabney, he unearths a discovery. New kid, works for cheap.
Sorry.
She poured herself into a seamless dress.
-If you are not gay, just say so. -Fuck you, maricÛn!
Sorry.
...then you'd find out that they're connected.
In the meantime, back off.
-How many fingers? -Put that cat down, because I'm allergic.
Jeez, look at those stems, will you?
-See that? Obedient little bitches too. -Fuck you!
-Gossamer. -Jonny Gossamer. Right.
We went back to Indiana, the three of us, for Jenna's funeral.
-Why are you here? -Good question.
Harry, this is our generous host, Harlan Dexter.
-I prefer Genaros, but- -But I'm a bear, what do I know?
Stay put. Be quiet.
He would've spotted the fake and said, That's not Veronica. Am I right?
Bye, have a better night.
-That's impossible. -Yeah, it's totally nuts. Back stairway.
-It was nothing. I didn't do anything. -What are you doing?
-Okay, any particular kind of gloves? -Yes, fawn.
-Is she a looker? -Oh, man.
The other reindeer laughed at him. Then, out of the blue, they need him.
-A picture of me? -No...
Fuck.
-Hey there. I'm Flicka. -Hey.
-No more lies, Harry. -No.
-It's very emasculating. -Harry, that's them. Twelve o'clock.
-You threw it away? -It's evidence.
This is destiny.
I'm busy working on Harmony's case.
I don't want you to offer it as- Not, It's a courtesy freebie.
One day, I'll actually learn how to fight.
Along comes a girl, Harmony's sister.
Times Square audiences, don't shout at the screen.