Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey! The laws are outside! They're blocking the driveway.
You sure picked a good day for it.
That don't mean we have to go home in it.
All right, get on out of there. Come on.
We've been cutting and pasting everything we could find about you.
In the car! Come on!
None of your business.
"Now Sal was a gal of rare beauty...
This is a stolen, four cylinder Ford coupe.
She ain't got a brain in her head.
I ain't going to risk my little girl here just to make money,
Did they expect you to go downtown with them tomorrow?
...and I have to take sass from Miss Bonnie Parker all the time.
My name is Otis Harris. This is Davis. We worked this place.
You did just perfect.
Why don't you pull up over here?
All two of them?
Come on, let's go have some supper. I'm starving. Come on.
And a Frigidaire, not an ice-box.
You all go right ahead. We just come by for a last look.
Then, get rid of them both.
And that little feller.
Oh, big Clyde Barrow! You're just like your brother!
You think laws is going to catch Bonnie and Clyde in town?
And the food we are about to receive. Amen.
I want my share.
Hey, you a good driver?
...and all those guns. I got so scared. Please, I didn't mean it.
You ought to be home protecting the rights of poor folk...
I don't see what's so bad about it.
Well, you're a smart feller.
What makes you any better? What makes you so damn special?
I'm not going to risk my life in Oklahoma.
Oh, boy, you can do better than that.
You just wait right here and you keep your eyes open.
I want you to touch something here. Ah...
...and they're protecting us from you.
Would you know what kind of car this is?
My eyes.
Tell Clyde to get us to a doctor.
All right, now, turn around. Turn around and let's go back to town.
Bet you wouldn't have the gumption to use it.
"Oh, we're in the money, Come on, my honey."
Listen, the only special thing about you is your peculiar ideas about love-making,
Don't let that woman talk to me like that!
You going to wear them like that?
All right, now you just get on right over to that car.
Maybe...
It's all right, all right. Come on, now, try it again.
Listen, it, it was just all, all that shooting...
That's the truth.
Don't want to smile?
You all mind?
I think I'm blind!
I don't recollect his last name.
Ignorant, uneducated, hillbilly!
She's a peach.
I'm an undertaker.
How're you? This here's Miss Bonnie Parker.
To make an honest woman out of you.
Now, I want you to try something now.
"To few it will be grief...