Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell me about him. I hope you two aren't planning anything serious.
There really are moonbeams in that stuff, aren't there?
You want to call anybody and let them know you're okay?
-My name is David-- -I know you.
That's because we're supposed to lose money.
I went to visit a business I own and was called a bitch...
Susan Kaplan?
Pressing? Yes, I'd say it's pressing.
Get away from us. What are you talking about?
...and I remember something Susan Kaplan said.
I have many friends there. That will be easy enough to check.
I've had TV cameras, microphones, not to mention the likes of you...
...and start feeding numbers into the computer.
Diamonds.
I didn't know you guys are gonna be taking x-rays.
It's all right, Selma, it's going to be all right.
...here in my office, completely dressed, almost a decade later.
If you want to call your gigolo, be sure and dial nine first.
I want you to liquidate the ones you can.
I'm well aware that the man you work for wants it very badly.
Who are willing to kill to get it.
Oh, Allistair, I think our friends have caught a chill over there.
The best.
Yes, police. May I speak to someone in authority, please?
-Okay, talk. -Listen. I understand.
Very well, then, an hour from now.
Now we know the watch isn't a watch. What does that mean?
Latitude and longitude. That's how pilots find their way.
-Let's not say things we don't mean. -I mean it.
-Let me come with you. -You seem to be in good hands.
The cab is out front waiting for you, ma'am.
Now, let me handle the interview.
Knock that high school locker-room grin off your face...
-What does the word "poopla" mean? -Poopla?
I know how to find where the diamonds are.
-All right, Blue Moon! -Care to make a comment?
You, cold?
-What about the numbers? -What?
He was not my friend.
He hid these so-called diamonds someplace, some secret place.
You say the wristwatch is with the police.
-I'm sorry. -No, you're not.
...things like that. You still have other sources of income.
-You gonna be okay? -Sure.
Miss Hayes.
He dribbles like mad as he looks for a hole.
Nope.
You swore on your application you'd never done this.
I just came by to return my company cars and to tell you...
Trust you. Trust you?
-What are you talking about? -Me as a detective.
Trust me, I won't let you fall. Now, just give me your left arm.
And if I return, it won't be to threaten you.
I'll make something up if you want...
So now that we're up here, what do we do?
The truth about what?
You are one cold, icy broad. You got your nose so high in the air...
Strange thing for a watchmaker to leave his son.
So you say you never met this fella, Klaus Gunter, before this evening.
Later.
There's a guy pressing the barrel of a gun...
If I pull this trigger and you die, I'll still have the diamonds.
Do you know why it's funny?
-Now what are you doing? -Tell him you want the morning paper.
Isn't that funny?
You know, you have a very pretty chin, Maddie. Try to keep it up.
I'm just exhausted and uncomfortable.
...someone with no obvious facility for deductive reasoning...
Oh, look at that.
You can't do that. You wouldn't.
You take care.
...during all of its three years, forces me to close its doors...
Nope, there certainly aren't. Whatever that means.
I know that. I just wanna get one dance with you, that's all.
A real partner. A person you can depend on with your life.
-This is my big case, our big case. -Watch me.
On human flesh.
...I have been driven from my home, watched a man die...
It's all over. I gave the watch to the police.
Are you having fun so far? You're not saying anything.
No, as a matter of fact, you gave them the watch...
I am interested solely in my bottom line.
Would you have gone for it?
-Sugar? -Three.
Withdraw the question. Let's just get out of the car.