Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I never signed any contract! - He certainly did.
He went to Mount Vernon to give himself a patriotic address.
Cattle moving down the slope against the sun, campfires and snowdrifts...
A born stooge! Horace'll perform like a trained seal.
Hey, this way!
The committee is ready to hear you now, Senator Smith.
It's a good thing I got back now. You know what I found waiting for me?
How am I doing?
- And as such has an equal claim on the attention of this chair.
No, letters. I'm busting with news! I introduced a bill!
Men should hold it up in front of them every single day and say:
Stop, Jeff, stop!
What did he bring his pigeons for?
And I just naturally got aboard.
- My sense of duty told me that his expulsion from the Senate -
No, I couldn't talk letters, I have to sit here and scratch them down.
- And try to force postponement of the deficiency bill?
Does the Senator understand he's limited to five minutes?
The Senate doesn't like what the House did.
Refers it to the right committee.
- I'm sorry, I have a bill... - Speak a little louder, Senator.
- Look! There it is! - Who? What?
Your chain of newspapers must realise that this bill he is trying to block -
- What's he got to do with this thing? - Why should he be involved?
Why don't they try the police, call out some bloodhounds or Indian guides?
Before proceeding further, I'll remind the visitors in the gallery -
Read about Jeff Smith!
In fact, where's Smith?
- Unless the steering committee thinks it's important.
Thank you, I...
I will go when they vote it that way.
- Wrap that Willet Creek dam appropriation around my neck?
I'm getting leery of this guy. He keeps winding up in our hair.
That corner is for guides and sightseers who come in to rest their feet.
- In Terry Canyon? - You don't know it, do you?
- After hearing a number of witnesses, thatjustice to the Senate requires -
What's that?!
- I can't think of anything more sappy. - Okay, then let's get going.
- For a woman you've done awfully well. - Have I?
Either he falls in line or I'll break him so open they won't find the pieces.
I haven't got the stomach for it.
- Gee whiz, I forgot to thank you. - Don't mention it.
They're pigeons to carry messages back to Ma.
We must see a lot of you and your little feathered friends.
Then you find out what those men actually do.
Filibuster!
Why?
Have I permission to bring evidence of the response from my state?
Is that how you feel, John?
Come along. Let's find him.
Holding it in dummy names.
All my nerves are strained to the breaking point.
- Where's the press gallery? - Above the Vice- President's chair.
Here. Take this.
What are you looking at? Did you think I was a lady?
It's a crime against the people who sent me here! I committed it!
Glad to see you. Show Senator Smith to his seat.
- Head of the Boy Rangers. - A boy?
Mr President... I move for the immediate adoption of the resolution.
They aren't all Taylors and Paines, that kind just throw big shadows.
Mr President... will the Senator yield for a question?
- It's a little obscure, isn't it? - I don't know... Maybe.
Long distance? Get me Mr James Taylor, Jackson City.
He had it all worked out. He said:
Order, gentlemen. Ourjunior senator is about to make a speech.
Goodbye, Miss Paine.
My steamroller methods don't go here? They've done pretty well by you.
Which I rose and gave to this body.
The country agencies are in desperate need of these funds.
The spirit of it. The idea... how do you say it?
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- I'd better see about my pigeons. - They're coming along.
- Allegedly crooked inside and out!... For my money, cut out allegedly.
I want one week to bring you proof -
The chips are down. I want you to keep everything that Smith says -
- Where do you come from? - I've always lived in a tunnel.
- Well... - You're not talking to this guy.
- Just one more minute. - Happy, we've got your man.
- The truth! - The man wants the truth!
It isn't much, but if you insist. Here's this week's.
- Go home! Don't stay around here making people feel sorry for you.
If the senator designate presents himself at the desk. -
Don Quixote Smith. Man with a bill.
Shot in the back. I was there... I can see him.
The gentleman will raise his right hand.
James Taylor offered me a seat in this Senate for the next twenty years. -
- That's him. Let him in. - You didn't ask Smith here?
Mr Dearborn? Mr Durnell? Mr Dwight?