Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Now Sal was a gal of rare beauty...
Don't let that woman talk to me like that!
You did just perfect.
Now, I want you to try something now.
It's all right, all right. Come on, now, try it again.
And that little feller.
All right, now, turn around. Turn around and let's go back to town.
In the car! Come on!
You all mind?
We've been cutting and pasting everything we could find about you.
...and I have to take sass from Miss Bonnie Parker all the time.
"Oh, we're in the money, Come on, my honey."
I'm an undertaker.
I think I'm blind!
Oh, boy, you can do better than that.
How're you? This here's Miss Bonnie Parker.
You think laws is going to catch Bonnie and Clyde in town?
I want you to touch something here. Ah...
Tell Clyde to get us to a doctor.
She's a peach.
That's the truth.
Listen, the only special thing about you is your peculiar ideas about love-making,
Oh, big Clyde Barrow! You're just like your brother!
Then, get rid of them both.
I'm not going to risk my life in Oklahoma.
Maybe...
All right, get on out of there. Come on.
You going to wear them like that?
I ain't going to risk my little girl here just to make money,
I don't recollect his last name.
You ought to be home protecting the rights of poor folk...
I don't see what's so bad about it.
Hey! The laws are outside! They're blocking the driveway.
To make an honest woman out of you.
Why don't you pull up over here?
Don't want to smile?
My eyes.
None of your business.
That don't mean we have to go home in it.
Come on, let's go have some supper. I'm starving. Come on.
And the food we are about to receive. Amen.
...and they're protecting us from you.
And a Frigidaire, not an ice-box.
You all go right ahead. We just come by for a last look.
Well, you're a smart feller.
She ain't got a brain in her head.
Bet you wouldn't have the gumption to use it.
You just wait right here and you keep your eyes open.
Listen, it, it was just all, all that shooting...
My name is Otis Harris. This is Davis. We worked this place.
"To few it will be grief...
Ignorant, uneducated, hillbilly!
Hey, you a good driver?
You sure picked a good day for it.
...and all those guns. I got so scared. Please, I didn't mean it.
This is a stolen, four cylinder Ford coupe.
Would you know what kind of car this is?
All right, now you just get on right over to that car.
All two of them?
What makes you any better? What makes you so damn special?
Did they expect you to go downtown with them tomorrow?
I want my share.