Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It must be his. I don't think they'd let someone like me carry a gun.

That's right. The real John G.

And you can feel these extreme moments...

When she offers to help, it'll be for her own reasons.

I guess I've already told you about my condition.

What the hell you wanna go there for?

I went to Dodd...

You're gonna pay for what you did.

How long do you think it's gonna take you?

It's just an anonymous room.

Look. These. You see these?

Do I lie to myself to be happy?

- Have you got a pen? - In my purse.

What happened is thatJimmy went to meet some guy named Teddy.

My associates are not the kind of people you wanna piss off.

give me a call in my room, okay?

Maybe I can help you find him.

You really do have a problem.

If someone scratches their nose while they're talking, experts tell you it means they're lying.

That's too bad, freak. Otherwise, you could write yourself a little note...

Can I just let myself forget what you made me do?

I don't feel drunk.

Of course he did. He raped your wife. He fucked up your brain.

I don't remember. I have no short-term memory. It's not amnesia.

The same sort of questions you should be asking yourself.

Get in. I'm gonna ride with him. You follow us.

He and his wife had been in this car accident. Nothing too serious.

I can say whatever the fuck I want...

For Christ's sakes!

The Jag's out front. Should have put it around back.

This is a difficult condition for people to understand.

"She has also lost someone.

The car was stolen, but his prints were all over it.

Just like that cop said.

The bits and pieces you never bothered to put into words.

and you won't have a fucking clue, you fucking retard!

I showed you what he did, and I asked you to help me.

Who cares if there's a few little details you'd rather not remember?

as if they were your things.

- Guess I don't have to worry about him anymore. - What the fuck have you got me into?

It's about the last thing that I do remember.

Can't remember to forget you.

I'll give him some bruises of his own and tell him to look for a guy called Teddy.

- You don't know how, you fucking idiot! - Take it easy. This has nothing to do with me.

I'm not reading it to annoy you. I enjoy it.

- You're fucking using me. - No! You get half!

You know what one of the causes of short-term memory loss is? Venereal disease.

You mix your laundry list with your grocery list...

I'm the one that put it all together.

But I don't want to wake up in the morning thinking she's still here.

It's Leonard...

What? Was I supposed to lock the door?

So this Jimmy Grants deals drugs out of the bar where his girlfriend works?

She knew beyond a doubt that he loved her.

That must suck.

Then she slips him the answers when she serves him his drinks.

But who is she?

That's right. Take a look at your pictures. I bet you got one of her.

I go on facts, not recommendations, but thank you.

- No. - Why not?