Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Zuckie got scalded.
I'm, uh-- I'm human, you know, like everyone else.
Anything you say, kid.
- From Big Ed? - Yeah.
This time I'm going right to the top to get you out.
Doc says you gotta take your shots anyway.
I'm working on a plan to get your case reviewed.
Say, by the way, uh...
He got you, didn't he?
- Suspicious, ain't you? - Oh, just careful.
On what seems like an ordinary hood roundup.
You're a good boy, Vic.
Okay.
I tell you, you got it wrong.
Where do you want the body sent?
- This guy's a phony, Cody. I beg your pardon?
bitches, get bucket naked
We'll meet at the airport in 40 minutes. Be in Springfield late this afternoon.
Cody still ain't going to like to hear that she got it in the back.
Abbott, Jordan, Bacon, Pardo, Butler...
A copper, and his name is Fallon.
Ask him how my mother is.
Oh. Stuffy, huh? I'll give you a little air.
I wanna get out! I wanna get out of here!
- Telephone, Mr. Evans. - All right. Hold it, boys.
Oh, yes, warden. I've just finished my report on Jarrett.
I'll go out the back way, if you don't mind.
... there'd be a hole in it.
Good thing for Hank it happened inside instead of out.
Head southwest. Have Car B head southeast.
You know, just dropping a word in the right ear...
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
All right. This is where we want off.
... Jenkins, Jarrett, Williams, Phillips.
... then my brother, and after that, it was taking care of me.
Only maybe he's gonna get it sooner than he thinks.
It's admirable.
You're the one I expected to give trouble.
This one here reads 45 degrees.
Now, keep them quiet.
I'll take care of Big Ed.
That place is a stack of dynamite.
Talk sense.
Well, any argument?
What were you doing down there?
I'll be around, Cody.
Only you got to be careful about Big Ed.
Who's gonna see a little bit of smoke a hundred miles from nowhere?
Good. Bo Creel would know me in the dark.
Yeah, well, she'd better be a blond when I get out of here.
Jarrett, you and your men might as well give up.
Who needs artillery? Only we've gotta do it alone.
Stop the train and let us off.
- How's the radio coming, Verna? - A crystal set would play better.
... a great big wooden horse.
Here, get some of this into you.
Get on back there.
good moaning
Let me shake the hand that slugged Roy Parker. Heh.
Look...
Nothing in the pockets but this pack of cigarettes.
Well, the way we had it figured, Cody, we pile out of the cars here...
Reader, you get in the back and make like you're loony.
If you don't want it, I guess you don't want it.
Receiving signal, 105 degrees. Will repeat.
Car A at Rosecrans and Western, bearing 156 degrees.
It's a deal.
Never heard of him. Go on.
All right, kid.
Some might think so.
A corpse without a record.
- Tonight. - Oh. That's just what I've been waiting for.
A pal of Big Ed's dropped something.
Call the FCC. Get every direction-finder car they've got.
- Hey, look-- Unh! Get.
He said if I didn't go away with him, he'd have you killed.
I pulled that Springfield heist, not Scratch Morton.