Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is this all you've got?
Hang on.
The lift's arrived, sir.
I'll do it for you.
-You didn't. -I did.
Really, Sam! Why can't you do something about these terrorists?
Help me find Jill.
Yeah. It's the backlog. Everybody complains.
You'll never get anywhere in a suit like that.
about following up and eradicating any error.
Just keep your hands where I can see them.
Come on, before they turn the lights out.
-Of course. -We're joining Mrs. Terrain.
I don't care how you behaved when you were at Records.
-Actual terrorists? -Yeah.
Hello, Sammy.
Shit!
say, against electrical charges over ~70...
Quick. Quick.
How could you? Look at these people! My God!
Next.
Sam.
and I'll do it for you.
Your very own number on your very own door
Um, I do assure you, Mrs. Buttle, the ministry is very scrupulous...
A most perceptive choice if I dare say so, madame.
He's been overcharged for Information Retrieval procedures...
What were we saying?
What? Oh. Thanks.
You won't believe this, and I know it's going to sound incredible...
I thought so.
My I.D.? Oh, God.
Um, don't you want to search me?
You haven't got the ambition.
You've had that scab Tuttle here, ain't ya?
-What's in that parcel? -Oh, Jesus.
I don't know what I want.
-Trouble with your air-conditioning? -Air-conditioning, sir?
My name's Lowry. Sam Lowry.
You can't win the game if you're a man short.
No, no, no. This way, please. Straight ahead.
# As twilight gleams the sky above #
-Fine, thanks. -Good.
It keeps picking up old films.
Found it.
Aren't you a bit late? I mean, the party started an hour ago.
Well, I'm lucky.
It's your breathing. Now take a deep breath after "Noel."
# -Someday # ...
-Good night, Mr. Lime. -Good night, Dawson.
Everything's connected all along the line.
Of course. Isn't it wonderful?
Hey! Amy!
-Hello. -Hello.
I've been looking for you everywhere, Ida.
Who else knows? Warrenn? Helpmann?
Just a minute! You're not gonna leave it like this, are you?
We'll never get rid of the damn thing now.
I'll kill you, you bastard!
Central Services's new duct designs...
Oh, God.
-Thank you, sir. -You'll like it there.
They're always hangin' around in Lingerie.
I want to report a wrongful arrest.
Go!
He says that you're the first person ever to refuse a promotion.
-Why have we come here? -Go away!
What's the number on the check?
Mr. Helpmann was very close to your father.
Jack, this is all a mistake. Please, Jack.
No!
-This isn't rare. -Oh! By the by, Alma...
That Mr. Buttle, Archibald, residing at
Oh, nice effect, but highly unstable.
Tuttle.
We all have to play by them. Even me.
Well, I...
Hey! That's mine!
It's all right.
Where are you taking him?
-He's tampered with it, Dowser. -I think he's tampered with it, Mr. Spoor.
-Oh, damn and blast! -What's the matter?
# Now #
Braised veal in wine sauce.
No, nothing. Not even dreams.
No.
Afraid you're right, Mr. Helpmann.
cabinet or something... burn it, eat it.
Bad sportsmanship.
-Christmas present. -Oh.
-What is it? -A 27 B/6.
-Jack. -A, B, C...
You'll like it up here. Send that back.
-What on earth's happened to you? -There was a little complication.
Oh, the prannets. I had a personal transporter.
-But they'll be lying in wait. -Oh, Christ, you're paranoid.
-A triplet? -One of them, I think.
It isn't being very helpful, Mrs. Buttle.
What? Oh, yes. Uh, well, rather.
No, no, no, Arthur!
And Shirley!
Uh, I need some information on a woman named Layton.
# The morning found me miles away #
I've told you before. I'd turn it down.
Where is she? Huh?
-Are you sure this is all right? -Yes. Yes, certain.
Mr. Lint, the next customer has been delivered.
There's a problem. She doesn't have a bank account.
You're running up an enormous bill by not cooperating.
You want to take my console into your office?