The night watchman had caught an employee who was stealing socks it was a hosiery mill, and he simply backed a truck up to the loading dock and was shoveling in mountains of socks.

My socks and suspenders, where is she?

They could be in my shoes, my stockings, garters.

The seams.

Garters!

I knew when he came home with a pair of green socks she'd knitted for him.

And what you're seeing here is, again, one of the most state of the art textile mills.

Fishnet stockings.

Hand me my stockings.

And the stocking

Yes, the stocking.

What are you doing? Her socks...

Socks, fine.

More stockings?

No stockings!

And your socks.

No, leave your stockings on.

She draws on her socks.

She put on socks.

It was a pair of silk stockings.

Stockings, black cotton, one dozen pair.

They were fleshcolored.

And he's actually wearing socks.

I manufacture ladies' hosiery.

You said he used a stocking?

Take your stockings with you.

A passion for black fishnet stockings.

Which is like yellow, this one.

Take off your socks.

These dirty socks stink.

The Philadelphia silk stocking murder...

But the stocking, that letter.

It felt like a stocking.

I think it was a stocking.

He doesn't even wear socks.

There is a hole in your sock.

Tom sleeps with his socks on.

And I washed your socks out.

Sergeant. Look. It's the other stocking.

Those stockings were yours?

Shirts, suits, coats, socks.

I still have her stockings.

Here are more socks.

Are my seams straight?

Let's see those socks.