Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Get away! - They're all over me!
The fact of the matter is I've never killed a woman before.
No, sir. I ain't telling you where Vernon is.
When was the last time you cleaned the sparks in this thing?
...on account of some dimwit idea of hers, she's got another thing coming.
...what the hell's he need you for? - Vernon, Vernon.
- Now, I was wondering... - Floyd?
You like it?
- I told you... - Wrong. I don't want to talk about it.
Mr. Hightower, we've listened to Mr. Dwight Estes...
...with the murders of Raymond Escobar and Floyd Simmons.
All right! Let's see.
...being a smartass...
What's that perfume you're wearing?
And this place don't belong to Vera, does it?
That ain't gonna happen. I swear.
...sign them divorce papers?
Oh, no, okay, I won't.
Lady, I got...
Hey. Good for you, cousin.
Soon to be Mrs. Vernon Hightower.
Hang on, darling.
Won't you please come in?
Here.
A few thousand dollars in the right place, I might have enough money...
- I got a surprise for you. - All right. I'll be right there.
I thought you might want to know that.
All right, boys, if I was you, I'd head for high ground.
That's why I've been busting my butt at the Blue Bonnet...
Let her go.
...and you haven't got the brains or balls for this.
You was wearing a pink sweater.
Darling, if I don't make it...
Mr. Escobar!
Nadine? I mean it now. This is your last chance.
What are you doing here this early?
Mrs. Hightower, I'm Buford Pope.
Oh, it's a long story. So, what'd your boss say?
Where do you get a bunch of rattlesnakes?
No, nothing's the matter. It's... It's just that...
You learn from your mama's mistakes.
- It's about the photos you took of me. - Art studies. Those were art studies.
- Okay? - In the back?
We break into the place in the middle of the night...
Are you okay?
...and Ed "Mountain" Hayes. They corroborate your story.
...so you wouldn't feel you made a mistake.
...that you have that something else we're talking about on you?
Mostly luck.
...unless, of course, you've got a fondness for rattlesnakes.
So this morning, I went to his office real early...
What, are you trying to get me killed?
All right, Hightower. Now where's my car keys?
You're not gonna give up on that Buick out of the goodness of your heart.