Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd love to!
Thank you.
He's alone now, Sam.
You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.
Well, that sounds simple enough.
Not as good as Sam's letters.
Electric chair?
Come live with me and be my love.
All right.
And we will all... Oh now, don't cut that out there.
Oh, you don't have to leave him there now, Ellie.
We... We mix a little of this here flash powder with honey and have the bear to swallow it.
I ain't sure, but he said they could send me to the electric chair.
Christopher Marlowe wrote some of his most passionate poetry on butcher paper.
Just a minute.
Okay.
Take off your hat.
Hey, that's quite a blaze you got going there.
Well, I don't remember everything word for word.
You're leaving me with the bear?
That's fair warning.
How come?
What happened?
I sure wish they'd hurry.
What's a trolley-nolley dictum?
Black gold.
This ain't no accident.
Well, why don't you play it safe?
Take a whiff.
Well, I don't.