Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

16 brothers and sisters.
her skin remained unburned, unblemished, un-goose-pimpled.
KREMENTZ: Local news reports aggressive crowd-control methods...
Do you have a working kitchen in your lair?
He even painted onto the radiators!
Describes odyssey across city.
and the little boy will be safely returned to your custody.
of being arrested in a drinking establishment
{\an8}(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Why are you sitting in a wheelchair like an invalid?
-Shh! -Who said "shh"?
but haunted the halls cheerily for three decades.
(CHAIN CLINKING)
Uh-huh.
Good writer.
What's your name, gardienne?
He brought the world to Kansas.
Moses Rosenthaler?
GIGI: Uh-huh.
{\an8}Poached with plums from the mayor's rooftop arbor.
Pigeon blood.
-(GLASS RATTLES) -(MEN QUARELLING)
(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
Maw? An advance against the total sum?
Nescaffier, back in the field for the first time in six years,
Vast country.
The emission of toxic fumes and filthy exhaust-pollution,
A pair of hooligans, estranged cousins.
Selling it. If you don't wish to sell it, don't paint it.
{\an8}(MAN SCOFFS)
Moses Rosenthaler, for acts of extreme valor,
Fire, of course.
I should maintain journalistic neutrality.
Bit of sports, bit of crime, bit of politics.
Quiet food.
-(WINDOW OPENS) -(WIND WHOOSHING)
I can't.
Go ahead.
(BELL TINKLES)
-Why are you crying? -Tear gas.
Throw the switch, you cocksucker.
How the Commissaire and his elite team of experts and analysts
Loneliness.
(BEDSPRINGS SQUEAKING)
We've made you the most famous painter alive
Deviled eggs of the precinct canary
and transformed Picnic into The French Dispatch,
Monsieur Nescaffier began his mysterious ritual.
came prepared to dazzle.
MAN: Monsieur Cadazio?
(WEAKLY) Help...
This is not in the article, by the way.
The toxic salts in the radishes...
How long are we meant to wait?
A dynamic, talented, lusty, slovenly, alcoholic,
Hello?
marching alongside his comrades.
Do we agree on the sale?
(IN ENGLISH) Me, too. Except for Mrs. Krementz.
She's not an old maid. She's not in love with me.
Morisot's crying.
Who gave you permission to besmirch our friend?
{\an8}ZEFFIRELLI: It was another time. It was another Ennui.
His fiscal management system
convinced his father, proprietor of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun,
and their network of underworld middlemen.
THE COMMISSAIRE: (INHALES) Mmm.
"Pick-pockets, dead bodies, prisons, urinals..."
For this, I am grateful.
{\an8}plaques, and official citations
(CADETS WHISPERING PRAYERS)
BERENSEN: Rosenthaler's right to petition for parole
spicy, oily kind of
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
{\an8}(GIRLS GASP)
MAN: Can the faculty succeed if the students fail?
of the highest order is buried at his side,
(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)
I told them not to invite Paul, by the way.
Recollection of two memories.
Son of a newspaper publisher, founder of this magazine.
I'll have my drink now.
The Nuts had the Bolts. The Sticks had the Stones.
Cadazio and his own nephews arranged for the entirety of the hobby room
I don't want to buy this important piece for 50 cigarettes.
Eight-point-two-five bodies are pulled from the Blasé river each week.
-ROSENTHALER: 75. -Or 75 of prison currency.
-MR. B.: We don't think that. -(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Devil's advocates bickered and debated perpetually, ad nauseam,
Plus one small, resourceful prisoner,
who hope to see themselves like this.
-Please. -Forgive me.
or something that's actually supposed to look like
Well done, Moses. This has a greatness to it.
{\an8}(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
(DOG BARKS)
{\an8}(THE COMMISSAIRE SPEAKING FRENCH)
Thus, we began the long journey from Liberty to Ennui.
This is all off-the-record. Everything. My whole life.
Blue?
The brain works that way.
It's me again.
He coaxed them. He ferociously protected them.
Guillaume Martin.
(POPS LIPS) No further questions.
-(LOW INDISTINCT CHATTER) -MAN: Martin... Martin...
Remember, in those days, as you know,
I thought so.
{\an8}You're sure?
It's federal property.
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
The International Pavilion at the Liberty, Kansas State Fair,
ARTHUR: Just try to make it sound like you wrote it that way on purpose.
The editorial offices will be vacated and sold.
It's true. I should maintain journalistic neutrality,
Across the street, a glaring metaphor.
Scripture, mythology, folklore, true crime, false crime,