Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Huh?
- Is he in there now? - Yeah.
You're my honey.
I'll remember, darling.
It's that prison diet. Great chef in San Quentin. I hated to leave.
We're going out of here in a car like gentlemen on a picnic.
- Zuckie, you know what to do? - Sure. I throw the switch and beat it back--
The world ain't big enough, sugar.
A copper.
Maybe I am nuts.
... and you know where the rendezvous is.
You'd better not, baby. I'll be back.
Coon, Fred.
What's the matter, Parker? I ain't gonna do anything.
Where do you think you're going?
... or would you rather wait till Cody gets out?
MADE IT MA! TOP OF THE WORLD !!!
- Better? - Mm.
- I can handle them. - Verna, you cry a little, like you're sad.
Any time I can't handle his kind, I'll know I'm getting old.
MA: That's right, son.
This job isn't gonna be like any of the others, Hank.
- That's an idea. - It's a good idea.
That was, uh, a good feeling out there, talking to her.
I guess, uh... I guess his eyes ain't so good after solitary.
Tommy, rustle up some grub.
We could travel, buy things.
... I'll pay you back.
... that I'm interested in picking up a few odd dollars.
Shut up!
Anyone thinks different, say so now...
Ma, you do all the talking.
Joint like that's got the serial number of every bill.
Evans speaking.
- With water, bub. Check that radiator. - Okay.
He's got plans that'll make the old Jarrett mob look like a...
- It won't work. They'll shoot just the same. - They won't shoot one of their own.
Hmm. Well, uh, pull in and watch yourself.
- On the radio. - How long did he give it?
They don't take cons in the Army.
- I'm sorry. - Forget it, Parker.
You'll see that I get away all right, see that I get to a doc?
To pick strawberries.
- What makes you think so? - You. Fair is fair, is it?
Violent, homicidal.
What do you want, a medal?
Yeah, I was packing and, bang, flat on my back with pneumonia.
The examination's over. All right, turn around.
You know something, Verna?
Mr. Fallon just arrived from the airport.
Pick up those hats.
Watch it.
Jerry, you couldn't get me out of here if I was pardoned.
You're cute. Come here.
But I don't wanna go anymore.
I joined the department to put criminals behind bars...
We're pals, Cotton.
You wouldn't mind a little trip, would you?
Why don't you give him my address too?
Thought it'd make her feel better. That so, Verna?
Relax, Ma. I'm still here, ain't I?
Plug him and he drops, same as anybody else.
He's nuts, just like his old man.
They haven't buried it in tin cans, Willie. Keep looking.
All I ever had was Ma. And now...
Speaking.
"Top of the world, " she used to say.
Ah, wife, eh? Kid don't talk much.
Nice going. Where'd you learn all that, soap opera?
Hot soup made special.
Or else go on running for good.
Get around it.
Here you are, Mr. Evans.
No, I'll let you warm up a little.
- I can't tell you. - Tell me.
No, no, Ma. You won't have a chance.
You don't wanna let a bunch of two-bit mugs see Cody Jarrett down on his knees.
All set.
GUARD: Dispensary. Special invitation of the doctor.
He finally got to the top of the world, and it blew right up in his face.
It's Big Ed and Verna. They run out.
Jarrett's getting out of here and I'm going with him.
Press it once if trouble shows, three times for all clear.
... I suppose he couldn't possibly have engineered that train robbery six weeks ago.
Any minute, he's apt to crack open at the seams...
I like your tailor. How do you like mine?
Didn't I check his record up at the dispensary?