Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Sam? - (squeaking)

They call me Mr. Thibs!

makin' decisions on your own, and all that.

And I say "Sure."

- Any witnesses? - I mean, not even a cat.

He leaves me all alone.

I didn't know you'd slap any white man! Least of all Endicott!

All right, Fryer, bring him with me.

Well, at least he won't be movin' on me.

What's that little old orphan sittin' right up there?

? And it'll be all right

Take it away from them, they do poorly.

(machinery noise/hammering)

That of all the orchids in this place, you should prefer the epiphytics.

He's got a nice face, don't you think, Chief?

Well, you know where to find me.

Colbert come down from Chicago to build it.

- What the hell does that mean? - You gave me till morning. Remember?

Why you wanna do that?

Yes, sir. But I do want to thank you

Did he call you, or anybody on your staff, after 11?

? In the heat of the night

Yeah. Talk to me.

if he's been in an accident. I want to know if he is all right!

I already told 'em.

Well, uh... how about the prisoner here?

Would you mind taking a look at that?

- Mrs Colbert? - Where's my husband?

Martin, lock him up.

Oh, you can go now, Sam.

Where can I wash my hands?

Right on the button.

(dogs barking in the distance)

- Well, I'll be damned. - Could I talk to you about it, in private?

Come on, girl! Is it or ain't it?

Suppose I get word to Packy that you wanna see him? Have him come here?

for offering me such a powerful piece of manpower as Virgil Tibbs.

Take ten minutes to get myself a king-sized Coke and a wedge of pie.

Not if the chief here is right on the ball.

What are you doin' here?

Why'd you two come here?

We'll put that round your neck.

that I do not want that Negro officer taken off this case.

your points of view, are a matter of record.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

- He's left-handed, isn't he? - How do I know?

and you lock him up for withholding evidence.

Yeah, I hear. I hear.

Yeah, you can look at him. C'mon, let him look. Go on.

And the body which is dead

Got your chief on the phone. He wants to talk to you.

(? "In the Heat of the Night" instrumental)

And he said "Sure." And I said "Well, I wonder where it's gonna be."

? Mm-hm, ain't a woman yet been born

Parked in the road, you could get yourself killed. Anybody'd know where you are.

I'm not here to lay a finger on you, Mama.

I mean, I start to sweat. But I heard about this new chief. This Gillepsbie?

Hey, look, Purdy.

- What you doin'? - Hold still.

you know what the coolest spot in town is?"

? Baby, that ain't love

- Where do I find the chief? - What's it all about?

That old boy highballing that train like to cut us off.

(throws badge on desk)

And yesterday he makes a big cash deposit at the bank.

Well, my, my, my.

Give him a pen. Give him a pen.