Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That was, uh, a good feeling out there, talking to her.
Violent, homicidal.
I like your tailor. How do you like mine?
You're my honey.
You know something, Verna?
- What makes you think so? - You. Fair is fair, is it?
- I can handle them. - Verna, you cry a little, like you're sad.
Hmm. Well, uh, pull in and watch yourself.
He finally got to the top of the world, and it blew right up in his face.
Get around it.
He's nuts, just like his old man.
Ah, wife, eh? Kid don't talk much.
All set.
It's that prison diet. Great chef in San Quentin. I hated to leave.
Any time I can't handle his kind, I'll know I'm getting old.
- Better? - Mm.
No, no, Ma. You won't have a chance.
Watch it.
"Top of the world, " she used to say.
MA: That's right, son.
Jarrett's getting out of here and I'm going with him.
- On the radio. - How long did he give it?
You're cute. Come here.
Why don't you give him my address too?
Shut up!
Where do you think you're going?
Ma, you do all the talking.
- Is he in there now? - Yeah.
You'll see that I get away all right, see that I get to a doc?
... that I'm interested in picking up a few odd dollars.
I joined the department to put criminals behind bars...
All I ever had was Ma. And now...
Didn't I check his record up at the dispensary?
Joint like that's got the serial number of every bill.
Nice going. Where'd you learn all that, soap opera?
The examination's over. All right, turn around.
We're pals, Cotton.
It's Big Ed and Verna. They run out.
You wouldn't mind a little trip, would you?
No, I'll let you warm up a little.
What's the matter, Parker? I ain't gonna do anything.
- I'm sorry. - Forget it, Parker.
Jerry, you couldn't get me out of here if I was pardoned.
We're going out of here in a car like gentlemen on a picnic.
You'd better not, baby. I'll be back.
Huh?
Plug him and he drops, same as anybody else.
Any minute, he's apt to crack open at the seams...
Pick up those hats.
Thought it'd make her feel better. That so, Verna?
I'll remember, darling.
- I can't tell you. - Tell me.
- That's an idea. - It's a good idea.
- Zuckie, you know what to do? - Sure. I throw the switch and beat it back--
Mr. Fallon just arrived from the airport.
Hot soup made special.
The world ain't big enough, sugar.
MADE IT MA! TOP OF THE WORLD !!!
- With water, bub. Check that radiator. - Okay.
Coon, Fred.
- It won't work. They'll shoot just the same. - They won't shoot one of their own.
We could travel, buy things.
Or else go on running for good.
Anyone thinks different, say so now...
Maybe I am nuts.
Relax, Ma. I'm still here, ain't I?
... or would you rather wait till Cody gets out?
GUARD: Dispensary. Special invitation of the doctor.
They don't take cons in the Army.
A copper.
... I'll pay you back.
Tommy, rustle up some grub.
To pick strawberries.
He's got plans that'll make the old Jarrett mob look like a...
What do you want, a medal?
Press it once if trouble shows, three times for all clear.
This job isn't gonna be like any of the others, Hank.
Here you are, Mr. Evans.
Evans speaking.
... I suppose he couldn't possibly have engineered that train robbery six weeks ago.
You don't wanna let a bunch of two-bit mugs see Cody Jarrett down on his knees.
But I don't wanna go anymore.
I guess, uh... I guess his eyes ain't so good after solitary.
They haven't buried it in tin cans, Willie. Keep looking.
... and you know where the rendezvous is.
Speaking.
Yeah, I was packing and, bang, flat on my back with pneumonia.