Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do exactly as I say. Nod your head once if you understand.
What is your story, man?
-Miss Hayes. -Mr. Wrye.
That's not all bad, is it?
His idea of exotic is plastic explosives.
-We can't let them do this. -Sure we can, it'll be easy.
Train Station?
Addison, we don't belong together.
The Carlyle.
-Madame? -We were sitting right there.
Get down from there.
Well, I'm shocked and appalled.
They are not my friends!
We get a group of regulars. We get that guy, McLean....
Mercy.
-What kind of attitude? -It's not something I can tell you.
-Kind of. -Spring?
Tate! Drop your weapon, Tate.
-What about me? -What about you?
Tell him.
Robbery, grand larceny...
When you say "find your son"...?
I'll get that for you.
Mr. Tuff...
Just what exactly did you say to him?
...the quality of the darkness.
-You didn't tell him? -The car is not moving.
So he's gotta take me out before I can get to him.
Hands behind your back!
-Franklin Tate is looking for me. -Who is Franklin Tate?