Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What am I doing out here? What are you doing out here?

- Hey, that's my car. - I don't know no dame named Colby.

Now, dry your tears, Mrs. Karpel, because it's time to go.

Call it a busman's holiday.

Well, come on. Give it to me.

...to the post office marked "general delivery."

- Don't let him get away. - Yeah, sure thing, Ken.

Drop it. Come on, drop it. Drop it. Stay.

Well, both. I need it for the report, but I thought I'd call you up some night...

- Yeah. - Are you trying to tell us...

- That's another building. - The number?

But just in case...

- 2848. - All right, what's that over there?

Hey, everybody's got to make a living.

If they connect you to my organisation...

- You all right? - Help me up.

- Where did she move to? - I don't know.

- Huggy. - Come on.

It's my fault, my fault.

- Well, wait a minute. What's over there? - That's a building.

He's living out of a post office box.

We'll call you later.

When John was killed in Vietnam...

...I'd join the two of you for a glass of warm milk.

Well, why don't we go to your place and have a few drinks...

...and talk it over.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

He's Nate Garvin's main man in drug importation, isn't he?

...and help you clean up? - Much later.

- What's the matter? - I can't go out there.

Here. I'll give you a hand.