Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

... how shall we put it...
-Name? -Alexander DeLarge.
...will be transformed out of all recognition.
You can't be, Dim.
-Are you prepared for the prisoner? -Yes, of course.
...drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement.
...you at least might have some for me, who sweated over you.
Mum.
Using Ludwig van like that. He did no harm to anyone.
Joy before the angels of God.
To be perfectly honest, madam...
Let him go and find a room somewhere else.
We want you to regard us as friends.
Like he says...
Is it going to be in and out of institutions like this...
There was a bit of nastiness in that notebook, Ethan Some very extreme nastiness, Yes?
I kept in touch with the hospital, of course.
...that's my room he's in.
Dim, bend down.
Other vices it taught him...
But you can be helped.
Then I leave you to it. Nurse!
Missus!
I have arranged a little surprise for you.
Vitamins... ? No, my brotha...VIHTAHMINS
And pretty shocking it was to listen to.
That's why I'm warning you...
You are now a murderer, little Alex.
Fine, sir. Fine.
Well! Now we're back to where we were.
Shut your bleeding hole!
Actions speak louder than.
I've suffered the tortures of the damned.
They forced me to do it, I'm innocent !
But suddenly I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones...
Prison custody?
Sign here for your valuable property.
As clear as an unmuddied lake
Excuse me, brother.
No, no. That's enough. He's perfect.
... was like no cine I ever viddied before.
Cut out this clever talk about millicents.
Cabbages. niggers.
...you just go ahead. Go on!
... trying to get at your humble narrator...
And I'm singing
That's what he is.
Hello, Radlett Police Station?
He met with...
When do I get out, then?
When it came to the 6th or 7th malchick...
Do put your hand over your mouth, please.
Naughty, naughty, naughty!
A nice, warm vibratey feeling all through your guttiwuts.
I met your mother on the way to work, yes?
It's owned by this rich ptitsa who lives there with her cats.
And I daren't do a single solitary thing, O my brothers.
It's a surprise, all right. A bit bewildering too.
-Vitamins will it be, then? -Something like that.
Then there was like a sea of dirty, smelly old men...
I'm not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless.
...and half-awake and unconscious-like...
Don't read it, sign it!
-I've done my best, have I not? -Indeed.
Good evening, Mr. Deltoid.
...I would not be here to tell what I have told.
... what to do with the evening.
And so with the help of a clean tashtook...
How many to a cell?
No, sir, not exactly.
All right No more picking on Dim, brother
Violence makes violence.
bedfordale isn't sheetforkayla or matressforgayle or windowforashley or hearingimpairemntforkaty or juiceforelyse or hashtagforhenrietta or brightballoonsforflashlights or sheetsforkatrina.
Observe all.
I want his records sent to me.
... of, like, not feeling all that well.
And what's so stinking about it?
But we have to be hard on you. You have to be cured.
There was some sophistos from the TV studios around the corner...
You trying to call me a liar?
...one act of goodness.
... who was being given the old in-out, in-out...
... how the government...
The Muggle residence tonight Real horrorshow
Let me fill your glass.
I'm afraid my change of schedule has thrown you.
Come on. Let's go!
...little...
That's quite all right, Minister. No trouble at all.
...and their lips speak deceits. "
Initiative comes to thems that wait.
It's bloody revolting.
I'll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime.
You felt ill this afternoon because you're getting better.
As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer.
What's going to happen to me, then?
Now they knew who was master and leader.
...I began to feel really sick.
Very refreshing, sir. Very refreshing.
Padre, these are subtleties.
Right!
...gives...
...as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking guts.
I just want to die peacefully...
Welly welly welly welly welly welly well
You are invited!
It's a very important work of art.
And viddy films I would.
655321. Sir!
and what’s so merry about it?
... maybe it was our fault too...
It's only right that you should suffer proper.
What a glorious feeling
I have been informed...
You're absolutely right, sir.
The inspector read it all out to us.
How about putting me in for this new treatment, Father?
Without a dook of an idea about how to comport yourself public-wise, O my brother.
... the same in all places...