Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Got your chief on the phone. He wants to talk to you.

Well, my, my, my.

(throws badge on desk)

Oh, you can go now, Sam.

? And it'll be all right

Not if the chief here is right on the ball.

? In the heat of the night

And the body which is dead

- What you doin'? - Hold still.

We'll put that round your neck.

He's got a nice face, don't you think, Chief?

Right on the button.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

I didn't know you'd slap any white man! Least of all Endicott!

I mean, I start to sweat. But I heard about this new chief. This Gillepsbie?

Would you mind taking a look at that?

Colbert come down from Chicago to build it.

? Mm-hm, ain't a woman yet been born

What's that little old orphan sittin' right up there?

Come on, girl! Is it or ain't it?

- Any witnesses? - I mean, not even a cat.

and you lock him up for withholding evidence.

Take it away from them, they do poorly.

And he said "Sure." And I said "Well, I wonder where it's gonna be."

if he's been in an accident. I want to know if he is all right!

makin' decisions on your own, and all that.

Did he call you, or anybody on your staff, after 11?

Well, at least he won't be movin' on me.

Yeah, I hear. I hear.

Suppose I get word to Packy that you wanna see him? Have him come here?

Give him a pen. Give him a pen.

your points of view, are a matter of record.

Take ten minutes to get myself a king-sized Coke and a wedge of pie.

And yesterday he makes a big cash deposit at the bank.

Well, you know where to find me.

He leaves me all alone.

(dogs barking in the distance)

that I do not want that Negro officer taken off this case.

They call me Mr. Thibs!

That old boy highballing that train like to cut us off.

Why you wanna do that?

And I say "Sure."

- Where do I find the chief? - What's it all about?

for offering me such a powerful piece of manpower as Virgil Tibbs.

- What the hell does that mean? - You gave me till morning. Remember?

Where can I wash my hands?

- He's left-handed, isn't he? - How do I know?

That of all the orchids in this place, you should prefer the epiphytics.

Yes, sir. But I do want to thank you

- Mrs Colbert? - Where's my husband?

I already told 'em.

- Sam? - (squeaking)

Martin, lock him up.

All right, Fryer, bring him with me.

Parked in the road, you could get yourself killed. Anybody'd know where you are.

I'm not here to lay a finger on you, Mama.

Well, uh... how about the prisoner here?

Yeah, you can look at him. C'mon, let him look. Go on.

Yeah. Talk to me.

(? "In the Heat of the Night" instrumental)

you know what the coolest spot in town is?"

What are you doin' here?

Why'd you two come here?

? Baby, that ain't love

(machinery noise/hammering)

Hey, look, Purdy.

- Well, I'll be damned. - Could I talk to you about it, in private?