Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, sir.
Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald. Zelda's not here right now.
the loves they shared.
I sure as heck would.
but that is the most deliciously sad story
Zelda.
I-- I was hoping we'd have more time together.
Whiskey.
I'm commemorating that night.
Pretty much.
Aberdeen!
We've got to move this along. Jim's in bed by 9.
What brings you to town?
Much better now that I've found the elusive Miss Sayre.
don't know you at all.
Well, guess what.
How long you in town for, Lieutenant?
Scribner's rejected it. It's dead.
if you're not going to talk to this boy,
Well, we have to speak.
I take it straight.
No matter how many times I'd call,
My daddy would have you strung up and horsewhipped
with your phone line, Miss Sayre.
Isn't there anything more interesting
Not one.
Scott!
So was I.
Zelda, narrating: I don't suppose I really knew him very well.
"under the dusky, dreamy smell of...
what a person gets paid to do a real job.