Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll go out the back way, if you don't mind.
Stop the train and let us off.
Talk sense.
Cody still ain't going to like to hear that she got it in the back.
Head southwest. Have Car B head southeast.
He said if I didn't go away with him, he'd have you killed.
He got you, didn't he?
- Suspicious, ain't you? - Oh, just careful.
If you don't want it, I guess you don't want it.
Abbott, Jordan, Bacon, Pardo, Butler...
Here, get some of this into you.
We'll meet at the airport in 40 minutes. Be in Springfield late this afternoon.
... there'd be a hole in it.
You know, just dropping a word in the right ear...
This one here reads 45 degrees.
I pulled that Springfield heist, not Scratch Morton.
Oh, yes, warden. I've just finished my report on Jarrett.
A pal of Big Ed's dropped something.
Get on back there.
Reader, you get in the back and make like you're loony.
Nothing in the pockets but this pack of cigarettes.
All right. This is where we want off.
Car A at Rosecrans and Western, bearing 156 degrees.
Well, the way we had it figured, Cody, we pile out of the cars here...
I'm, uh-- I'm human, you know, like everyone else.
Good. Bo Creel would know me in the dark.
All right, kid.
Jarrett, you and your men might as well give up.
Say, by the way, uh...
Some might think so.
Who's gonna see a little bit of smoke a hundred miles from nowhere?
... a great big wooden horse.
You're the one I expected to give trouble.
This time I'm going right to the top to get you out.
A corpse without a record.
Yeah, well, she'd better be a blond when I get out of here.
... then my brother, and after that, it was taking care of me.
On what seems like an ordinary hood roundup.
I'll take care of Big Ed.
You're a good boy, Vic.
- How's the radio coming, Verna? - A crystal set would play better.
Well, any argument?
Now, keep them quiet.
I wanna get out! I wanna get out of here!
- Tonight. - Oh. That's just what I've been waiting for.
Doc says you gotta take your shots anyway.
Anything you say, kid.
Only you got to be careful about Big Ed.
Okay.
Only maybe he's gonna get it sooner than he thinks.
good moaning
It's a deal.
Where do you want the body sent?
... Jenkins, Jarrett, Williams, Phillips.
Good thing for Hank it happened inside instead of out.
What were you doing down there?
Ask him how my mother is.
Zuckie got scalded.
- This guy's a phony, Cody. I beg your pardon?
bitches, get bucket naked
I tell you, you got it wrong.
Let me shake the hand that slugged Roy Parker. Heh.
- From Big Ed? - Yeah.
That place is a stack of dynamite.
- Hey, look-- Unh! Get.
Never heard of him. Go on.
I'll be around, Cody.
- Telephone, Mr. Evans. - All right. Hold it, boys.
A copper, and his name is Fallon.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
I'm working on a plan to get your case reviewed.
Call the FCC. Get every direction-finder car they've got.
It's admirable.
Look...
Oh. Stuffy, huh? I'll give you a little air.
Receiving signal, 105 degrees. Will repeat.
Who needs artillery? Only we've gotta do it alone.