Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you, Wild Bill.
It feels great.
...a part of the power that worked through him...
The Popester
Don't want no preacher.
You fellas thirsty?
...had a grown son in 1935.
All that hurt just spill out.
Paul...
After this, there's no turning back.
...you know, a miracle? - Yes.
...before someone told you to put it up? - Percy fucked up, Hal.
You can sit.
I saw in his heart when he grabbed my arm.
You know what? We ought to find a cigar box...
You.
But I didn't concern myself with that.
He kill em with they love
Don't know.
I tried to take it back, but it was too late.
...you'll get bit.
I'M TIRED, BOSS
He's run away unders the door
Because I get a little scared in the dark sometime...
My bags are packed! I'm ready to go!
Omy
Well, I might just stick around for good.
Don't let nothing happen to Mr. Jingle.
Look what the big man done.
May I be let out of this coat now?
Okay, Brutal.
Let's not discuss this as if we're thinking of doing it.
Roll on two.
Aah!
You've mentioned it.
- See what he does. - All right.
What?
I have no doubt.
And putting on my cap.
Angels, just like up in heaven.
- What? - To see Dr. Bishop. I'm going.
Let me out of here! Let me out of here!
"I thank God for that."
Is that so?
What Jim says when his wife walks by with the Fireball
yes beryl boxershortserette? what do you want? i want to do some bonkering in bunker bay.
Does it, Paul?
If I'm not here, you can ask for Mr. Terwilliger...
I'm smelling gumbo! I'm smelling...
But we don't know her like you and Jan do.
Maybe some of that fine corn bread your missus make...
BRUTAL: Dirty bastard grabbed him through the bars.
Usually, death row is called The Last Mile.
When your friend about to do something stupid
That Moon Pie thing was pretty original. Gotta give him that.
You...
Now...
I want Brutal's spot for the next execution.
You know him. He wouldn't believe anything if it fell on him.
God have mercy on your soul.
You gotta hate the new boy? That the way it is around here?
Oh, God.
Hey.
- Shoot him! - Hit him, Percy! Goddamn it! Hit him.
Me....When he aggressively takes his belt off
Relax Relax prcey only a bad dream
- Melinda Moores? - Yeah. So, Paul...
...bare-breasted in the firelight.
This was a mistake.
- Have a seat. - Thank you.
No! No! No!
I want it to be over and done with.
There are no exceptions.
Stepping forward, stepping forward, stepping forward.
Let's move briskly. There's not much time.
Thank you, ma'am.
DEAD MAN WALKING!!
I know.
And so was I.
Don't put me in the dark.
...we'd have to take him down.
Three grown men...
That's the way it is every day.
And my curse is knowing that I'll be there to see it.
- That's a goddamn mouse. - Yeah.
Right out there.
You're a good man, Boss Howell.
Paul, we're not gonna have some Cherokee medicine man in here...
Melinda's not so well, Paul.
...boss.
He’s fryin now!
Just for now, if Del don't mind.
Smelling me some cornbread
You mind what I'm saying! We headed west!
...so that I could see for myself what Wild Bill had done.
...he's a circus mouse.
Always has.
Here. This for Del and Mr. Jingles.
My things?
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]
It's yours, John. As you please.
Keep your Goddamn hands off
Take my hand Boss
Sounds to me like a pretty good job.
Come on, Wild Bill. Little walky-walky.
I'm sorry, Paul. You're right.
...the Green Mile seems so long.
Hey! What about me? Dont you hold out on me!
The mouse is fine.
Wild Bill's making noise like he's waking up.
What is Mouseville?
Work record can follow a man around for a long, long time.
You saw what he did!
Hurt themselves and hurt others. That's why our job is...
I know you're hurting and worrying.
TOOT-TOOT: Walking the Mile, walking the Mile...
- Boo! - Aah!
[INHALES]
...how's that pretty gal of yours?
I've got the Mile till you all come back.
...how much longer do I have?
Got Billy the Kid tattooed on his left arm.
I'll be fine. Just let me be.
- Is that right, Paul? Tallahassee? - Yeah. Tallahassee.
...you okay?
thanks boss
[DEL MOANING]
[COUGHING]
Roll on two!
Dog Tired
What do you say if somebody stops by?
...ought not to have to sit in no nigger electric chair. No, sir.
I thank God for that.
Yes, sir, boss.
You a bad man.
BRUTAL: Paul. Dean.
Throwing hints at my son like
May God have mercy on your soul
Take my hands boss, take my hands
It's my atonement, you see.
Where are we going? Let's go!
...electricity shall be passed through your body until you are dead...
I'm getting to my knees. I'm praying, praying.
I heard the goddamn thing crunch.
What happens on the Mile stays on the Mile. Always has.
Mmm.
Some Danish this morning?
John Coffey, you've been condemned to die in the chair by a jury of your peers.
One, two, three.
Make them go away!
Johann Gambolputty