Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, we can't have that.

-Jean Bassett, from over at Morrisville. -How do you do, Jean?

[erasers banging]

-It was close. -I still beat you.

I don't wanna be with the others.

I'm a bit wary of letting Elizabeth go off to the local high school.

From now on, we take turns. It's the way the game should be played.

Close your eyes.

-[door opens] -[light switch clicks]

[Beth] Najdorf.

and not waving, but drowning."

[door creaks open]

Let's get your suitcase and pack up. Nicely, like I taught you.

I can't fight with you anymore.

we can't have you playing chess in the basement.

And here is your special place.

and, someday, you'll get to see her again.

Otherwise, they turn off right when you need them to turn on.

[doors slide shut]

I wanna know what that is you're playing.

Is that whiskey?

[Diana] No, not Marcellus!

[chess pieces clattering softly]

I ask everybody that. We get some really fun answers.

How about you stand next to Mr. Shaibel?

"I was much too far out all my life,

[distant knocking on door]

-How do you do it? -Not today.

[emperor] A traitor! And a conspirator against the state!

The king must take.

-Please! -The game is over.

"Her mother, Alice Harmon, was pronounced dead at the scene."

-You've got to finish. -No.

The green ones are the best.

You cocksucker.