Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Write it down. Concentrate. Keep it in mind.
It really means they're nervous. People get nervous for all sorts of reasons.
Just trying to have a little fun.
Let's go.
I just know she's never gonna come back to bed.
But I was wrong. That's the whole point.
- Slam it? - Yeah. Loud enough to wake me up.
What would you kill for?
Anyway, maybe I'll take a photograph to remind myself...
Yeah, right. Like you tell yourself over and over again.
It's only me.
If you think you're supposed to recognize somebody, you just pretend to.
You can't go back in there. Let me give you the name of a motel.
Conditioning. Acting on instinct.
"Natalie."
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- You don't even know my name. - Teddy.
Man. Come on, Leonard. How many times I gotta tell you?
A guy I knew used to do bigger deals there.
Come on!
He took a lot of money with him, and he never came back.
It's just an anonymous room.
Like Sammy. What if I've done something like Sammy?
Who?
Because you like to remember her.
- What was it for? - A load of amphetamines I told him I had.
Where the fuck's Teddy?
What are you doing here?
- Do you remember me? - Yeah, I remember you.
and I told him that I didn't have any of Jimmy's money...
"Don't believe his lies. He is the one. Kill him."
Do you think we could just arrange a meeting now? I'm not too good on the phone.
"Remember SammyJankis?" "Remember SammyJankis?"
He knew about Sammy! Why would I tell him about fuckin' Sammy?
"Ferdy's Bar."
When she looked into his eyes, she thought he could be the same person.
This is the bar where she works.
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Front desk?
Yeah.
He said if I don't have the drugs by tomorrow, he's gonna kill me.
Natalie.
about how much Natalie hates your retarded guts and that I called your wife a fuckin' whore.
- Have I told you about SammyJankis? - Yeah.
I'm at the Mountcrest Inn of Fifth Street, room six.
"White. Male."
three months.
And you have to be wary of other people writing stuff for you that is not gonna make sense...
You don't even know how long ago it was.
They found the sap with my blood on it in the dead man's hand.
That becomes an important part of your life. You write yourself notes.
I got friends in the department. They gave me a copy of it.
I guess I wanted to get something down before it slipped my mind.
- On the house. - Thanks.
You have it tattooed on your thigh.
Who is this?
No. She shouldn't have given me that responsibility.
- Okay. - If he calls or if he shows up here...
Only for revenge.
I gotta find a pen. Geez! Come on.
It's all about context.
So you remember me now, huh? You are a fuckin' cop.
You go into the bathroom and you slam the door.
It was enough to suggest that his condition was psychological, not physical.
I'm just someone who wanted to make things right.
You feel angry, you don't know why.
- There. You happy now? - I won't be happy until you leave town.
I think I'd rather be mistaken for a dead guy than a killer.
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it should only take a couple seconds to pull up his license and registration.
Officer Gammell.