Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't suppose you'd happen to know how I can get round an I RQ/3, do you?

Chase those years away!

That's it! Let's go! Vroom! Vroom!

There is one way round it.

Have a nice day. This has not been a recording.

How do you think I feel, you shit?

Veronica Buttle.

Oh, well, um, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Let me have her file.

My complication had a complication!

Hello, Shirley.

Seven percent of the gross national product.

It's been confusion from the word go.

Now the template.

Your thermostat's gone, and then some.

What on earth is it?

Now they got the whole country sectioned off. You can't make a move without a form.

-I'm gonna be late. -Sam.

But, Jack, you don't really think Tuttle and the girl are in league, do you?

your mother and my mother, they seem to have got the idea that...

Uh, we can't allow that, sir. It's more than our job's worth.

Of course you can check to see if she's been arrested.

Out of your nostril? Eh?

Careful with those bloody things.

-Oh, it fixed itself! -Fixed itself?

-Information Retrieval. -Oh, good.

My name's Lime. Harvey Lime.

I'll do the paperwork in the morning.

Has anybody seen Sam Lowry?

Jack. Jack, I'm innocent. Please.

Isn't it? Whose is it?

Actually, you know, my coming here is rather unorthodox, bringing you this check...

Uh, my name's Lowry.

Come back here!

That's not far enough!

It's, um... It's fixed.

Jack, I'm frightened.

What has Tuttle done?

Care for a little necrophilia?

-You don't have to sing it. -I don't?

Of course you want something.

Well done, men. Excellent.

But the rules of the game are laid down.

-Who was that? -That's a friend of mine. He...

Please, Jack! No!

I just happen to work at the Ministry of Information.

Thirtieth floor, sir.

I could always accept promotion to Information Retrieval.

And juggle the books in Electrical Banking.

There's your bomb, asshole!

Hey, come on! You gotta interrogate me!

Jill! Answer me!

Don't you like it?

-Merci. -Merci.

She's innocent, Jack.

Oh, God. She's got what's her name with her.

Oh, very good, Sammy.

are looking for an Archibald Tuttle, heating engineer.

Oh, God. Holy shit.

-I know. Look... -Oh, yours too?

-You rang, sir? -You rang, sir?

Has anybody seen Valverde? Has anybody seen Valverde?

I'll, um... I'll deactivate her.

Half as terrorists, the rest as victims.

-Mr. Warrenn, I have to find out about... -Get up!

-That one. There. -That's fine. Thanks.

Mother. Mother, I thought we were going to be able to talk.

Central Banking.

-Sam! You remember Alison? -Evening.

Yeah. See, Expediting has put in for electrical procedures...

Shirley and I come here "wegularlarly."

Of course. Come on, Alison... Barbara.

-Jack. -Now bring me the blue one over there.

Well, as there were certain... difficulties...

I'm only Records.

Jack, why don't I try and get to her for you?

Good luck. Keep your eye on the ball.