Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I ain't going in there. - Would you go in there.
No, that won't be necessary. I'll be with you in a moment.
- Would you put this in the safe for me? - What is it?
Even Marcus Welby couldn't get him out.
That'd be real nice, Pop.
I feel kinda tired.
All right, fine. Why don't you have a seat right here...
Well, adios, old fellow.
Do my cheeks look flushed?
- But I'm dying, Pop. - You ain't dying. You're a young fella.
- I know what it is. - What?
This is the big one (heart attack)! I'm coming to join you Elizabeth!
Well, power to the people.
I'll get you for this! I'm gonna get you for this!
You done forced it on me.
I won't need my glasses much longer.
- You ain't got it. - You think so, huh?
I want to die in my own bed. Promise me you won't let 'em take me.
Say, Pop, cigarettes will kill you. Don't you believe me?
I'm not supposed to tire myself out.
Oh, Lamont, you're lookin' at a dead man.
You burned my bed?
Pop, would you quit that! Now you're panicking.
Lean it against the chair here.
- Thirty-one. - Thirty.
Open this door, you old buzzard! Open this...
Why didn't you just burn the room?
Get in there!
- For what? - 'Cause they're killing you.
Now take your jackets off, please.