Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Glad to have you aboard. Yes. -These requisitions...
Mother.
Hello, Spiro. Merry Christmas.
What do you think?
But I gather that, um...
Are you all right?
Records is a dead-end department. No security level worth a damn.
Numero un, crevettes a la mayonnaise.
Le...
What are you gonna do about the Layton woman?
"attempting to disrupt the Ministry of Information Retrieval's
No! No, I think you're very attractive.
Perhaps the machine's on the blink.
I can't let you have the form until this is stamped.
-Mother? -Come in.
And... you can't tell me what the proper channels are
I know he would have wanted me to help you.
Let me see.
The flashlight.
obviously trying to exploit the situation.
My name is Lowry. Sam Lowry.
I saw the most wonderful idea for Christmas presents at the chemist's.
I might just as well go and hang myself now.
What does that mean, Sam? I don't want to get involved in anything unsavory.
picture me in these.
Tell that to the wives of the security men she blew up this afternoon.
Not... as such.
Can I help you?
I'm a bit of a whiz on that thing.
Too late?
What does B58/732 mean to you?
And then some!
-Would you stop shoving... -Yes, he is.
The ghost in the machine.
This way. This way.
These helmets don't half make your scalp itch.
MY COMPLICATION HAD A LITTLE COMPLICATION
we remove the excess derma.
I understand, Sam. I know exactly how you feel.
Where is Jill?
Do you want a drink?
# When twilight dims the sky above #
Fine by me.
Well... Well, then, I, uh...
has every security man in town looking for me?
It's the refund for Tuttle.
Jill. Jill!
Here. Sign that.
Mr. Helpmann, I'm dying to get at this woman. No, no... Ohh!
It never really happens to us.
-Yeah! -Okay. Okay.
Jill, is that you?
Barbara's very well, thank you, sir. Very well indeed. How are you?
Listen, you, um... you really must let me give you something.
A woman, eh?
Well, I just happen to know that Information Retrieval...
I-I'll tell you what.
It's you. What's happening?
They've gone back to metric without telling us.
Jill?
I'm not Amy. I'm Holly.
Come along with me, please. Please? Okay. Yes.
I think we should. Yes, Mr. Spoor.
Damn right.
Right this way.
-Jack. -How could you do this to me?
"... a little complication"
I need your help.
Um, is it all right about Mrs. Tuttl...
Surgery
-All right. -All right. We take a vacancy.
# The angels did say #
-Hold up. -What? Who are you?
What a pathetic creature I am!
It seems that Mr. Buttle was overcharged by Information Retrieval.
Since then, she's been going around making wild allegations...
Yes! No! Cancel that!
Yes, fine. Jack, I... I need some information.
and I couldn't even turn on a kitchen tap without filling out a 27 B/6.
She's working for someone, and I don't think it's us.
-Go! Go! Go! -What are you doing, you stupid asshole?
It was a bomb. It was a bomb.
# To old #
-Repairs! -What?
You must have hopes, wishes, dreams!
Filling up with...
It's a sad loss.
Oh, Christ.
Dr. Jaffe pinned her ears back.
My own credit card.
Why ever not? Barbara's a perfectly good name, isn't it?
Come and look. How you getting on?
the wrinkles and the worry lines...