Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How are you getting on, young man?
That is for your lady victim.
Come for walking.
We put him away for his own protection.
Dgds
Very good, Chief.
The problem of criminal violence is soon to be a thing of the past.
One black, one red.
Good evening, Mr. Deltoid.
A contract it is. Two years.
I'll walk down the lane
... though not on the soundtrack, the only sound being music.
...and makes sure you never get back in again.
...howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers...
...in the chair of torture...
some sophistos from the TV studios around the corner laughing and govoreeting
...to unprofitable punishment two years ago.
We could still look at C-block.
It gets you out of prison in no time.
-Have you ever had any mental illness? -No, sir.
When my veil lifted
But I knew I was safe.
I phoned some friends while you were having your bath.
I want you to lick it.
Turn it off!
...to see how you're getting along.
Nothing up our sleeves.
The fawning, greased, obsequious leer.
When a man cannot choose...
He brutally murdered a woman in furtherance of theft.
By the police.
Our brief govorett through the letter-hole was not, shall we say, satisfactory.
...to smash them.
It had been a wonderful evening.
-Any venereal disease? -No, sir.
Then somebody picks up a scrap of newspaper in the workshops...
From the hoodlum the state committed...
I just say what the other person would say?
One that I hope that you will like...
My friend's bleeding to death! Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance?
... munchy-wunching lomticks of toast.
Pick that up...
Good.
Alex. Alex!
...this funny feeling.
We can't very well just kick Joe out.
Lowered suspension, yessss? Oversized wheels, yesssss?
The first film was a very good, professional piece of cine...
But public opinion has a way of changing.
Good morning, missus. Lovely day, isn't it?
A word of advice, Doc. You'll have to watch this one.
Yes, sir.
I hope so, missus.
You filthy old soomaka.
He are here! He have arrived!
Clamios Cloth
Nice and clean.
-Something to sharpen us up. -Some moloko plus.
There was me.
Were not little children are we georgie boy
...to the tender mercies of this young monster...
I don't want to trouble you any further. I should be leaving.
It's believed you'll be able to leave state custody in a fortnight.
No, no, boy. You really must leave it to us.
Right, right?
-How are you feeling today? -Fine, fine.
masky
Get something for me to be sick in!
Two plastic ball pens.
And Will the English in the Muscleman coffee mesto...
You’re a murderer little Ronald
With a happy refrain
What they call a very new broom.
...for they thought they could then blame it all on the government.
Good.
In Dublin's fair city
The sun's in my heart
There are traditions of liberty to defend. That tradition is all.
"What do you want? "
So around we come to your abode
Or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship...
...it having been an evening of some small energy expenditure, oh my brothers.
I'm frightfully sorry.
This pledge is now about to become a reality.
I'm sorry to bother you, but something rather odd just happened.
She were breathing, I swear it.
Nobody can prove anything about anybody, as usual.
Lopeta jo Ikkimi Riihit, nekru!
Dr. Alcot.
Long time no viddy, droog.
The question is...
The words got to me by the usual channels.
One up from Thames, sir.
Find the room comfortable, do you?
And that was to do myself in.
...where exactly is it he goes to work of evenings.
...and this because I don't like your horrible type, do I?
I've been told everything you've done...
New way? What's this about a new way?
Being kicked and tolchoked by brutal warders...
Prisoners, halt!
Do I make myself clear?
-Would you like your tea now, sir? -No, thank you, Sergeant. We'll have it later
And also for yours.
“Can Ya Spare Some Cutter, Me Brother?”
Good. I'm glad.
Right. Take the cuffs off him, mister.
. .
...saying what we should do and what not to do.
Shut your filthy hole, you scum!
And there's not no attention paid...
Sorry about the pain.