They get a little mixed up when I'm drunk. UsuaHy they're mixed up.

I meant champion. I get my boxing terms mixed.

He mistook me for someone else.

Judge. This is impossible. You're getting confused.

Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another comes out.

I'm afraid Miss Whitehead is a little confused.

Well, the shipping cartons are exactly alike.

Don't mix up comets and asteroids.

You must mean two other trees. You had me worried.

I have told you he'd made a mistake then.

Some of our lovehungry subscribers got mixed up.

I'm just a little bit fuzzy. Wasn't this formerly the Eltinge theatre?

I wonder what would happen if somebody got their files mixed up.

I do think you're confused, Mrs. Bowman. This is your cabin.

She got mixed up, forgot which was which... and when she got through with that peddler, all she had left was two chicken legs.

The former believe that black people should only engage in arduous manual labour, sports, music and domestic work.

Why, I guess he does have me mixed up with this other party. The Hotel Flamingo is not a place that I would dare to be seen in.

he confuses material things with the great spiritual value of the revealed word.

This is what happens when we confuse morality with frugality.

And we lay our eggs there, we don't have to worry about other eggs or anything like that.

Well, when they question you hour after hour... you're bound to get mixed up on a lot of little things the way I did.

So, empathize, by all means, with the other person, but do not actually experience the touch, otherwise you'll get confused and muddled.

And that means your computer is going to get its ones and zeros mixed up, and that's going to crash your machine.

So, the bigger problem with this logic is that it confuses the intended versus the actual uses of technology.

I figure he must have got you mixed up with some other party because this other party is somebody that he met at a hotel called the Flamingo.

I hit it. I hit it, I hit it, I hit it!

and ideas du bon marche.

What game are you playing? I'm just playing.

Let's face it, I'm a scheming woman.

SCREWING AND SCREWING IT BRINGS HIM TO HIS KNEES

You know, I started off with little tiny amounts of potassium nitrate and sugar, which was readily available, and I mixed it in different proportions, and I tried to light it on fire.

You mongrel!

Steel, isn't it, or is it tobacco?

You gone too far when you mess with the Man With No Eyes.

A little business here, a little business there, travel and meditation, that was my life.

You punk!

All right, I'll get it!

You blew it this time, didn't you, boy? You really blew it.

And we are done.

Hippy?

There.

A mistake?

The rough house, the rough house.

Aye. And we've no need for mongrels and their radical ideas.

Just some punk.