Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Who are you? - I'm nobody.
They're not going to see it.
Not tonight. I just dropped by to see how you were doing.
...or otherwise releasing their tension until they died...
You'd be surprised how many come to see these old pictures.
Ugly because it's the creation of man's fear.
She's deaf and dumb. She can read lips if you talk straight to her.
It might take quite a long while. It's so late.
- I'll fix you something. - No, look. I'm not really hungry.
She has to wash her hands first.
Since we don't know what it is yet, we can't give it a Latin name.
What good will that do?
Ask him the name of the funeral parlor where he left his wife.
- I got that prescription for you. - Good.
It's interesting.
Young man?
...in a genuine fear situation.
The only way I can frighten myself is to make it real.
This is very important to you, isn't it, Warren?
...by lying in the dark and making ghosts out of chairs, but we can't.
Corg when he goes to Mine md for the limbilionth time today
Mustn't scream.
That's about all we know.
...another strapped to your leg, then slamming 2,000 volts between them.
How do you do, Mrs. Higgins?
What happened to those rules I learned about what every young girl should do?
This man's vertebrae are cracked. They're nearly splintered in two.
Just because poison happens to exist is no excuse to commit murder with it.
- You've nothing to say I want to hear. - Sit down anyway!
You look tired.
She's upstairs. She won't even tend the box office anymore.
Suicide? You mean murder.
She is being attended to by a doctor, and is quite all right.
Good.
Theses are not the droids we're looking for
I don't think anybody could keep from screaming if they were really terrified.
Jump out of a window, get run over by a car, go out and drown.
I have time to have a beer, don't I?
What are you going to do?
We can only hope...
...will at times feel a strange, tingling sensation.
Where are you taking me?
Just an idle idea.
You're a shrewd and evil woman, adept at twisting people's minds.
- Look out, it's under the stage! - Ladies and gentlemen.
I'll get my bag.
Thanks for the ride home. I'm sorry about...
They have no report of her death.
No, we can't, Lucy.
We had to. But now we'll stop.