Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, of course not. Jess, you have my word.
For the past several months, my relationship with the captain has been strictly business.
How about dinner tonight? Well, there's a lot to do.
[Sighs] Oh, well.
No one at the party knew he was around,
Uh-huh. Time for which I gratefully could provide them with an ironclad alibi.
Uh, taxi! [Horn Honks]
Uh, he's better, Madge, now that he's had his coffee.
Mrs. Fletcher. [Sighs]
I've had enough murders, enough puzzles, enough suspects.
Oh, but there must be an item...
You see this broken plant? And there, that footprint.
I'd hoped I was wrong.
Then I could have been your alibi too.
Now, can you get them? Yeah. They're in the computer, but I don't...
Yes. Well, the evidence is conclusive. "Evidence"?
$250,000 will barely get you started.
Grady, what were you saying about that computer?
Now, be sure to put it on for a half hour every night for a week.
It is so good to meet you, and I do hope you enjoy your stay in the city.
You give me a pass, and I'll let you by. Don't be ridiculous. Step aside before I call the police.
Hey, don't you know, Mrs. Fletcher? You're a celebrity.
From Henry's Fur Storage.
For years, she had these little calluses.
[Door Opens] Oh.
Oh, that's not magic. That's just hard work.
Oh! Nothing's terrific. It's 6:23 in the morning.
I'm sorry, Jess. I truly am.
All right, all right. Stop getting hysterical.
Captain Caleb was wearing black patent leather... highly polished.
you had a look on your face same as you had outside by the bushes.
[Chuckles] What a generous thought,
was one of the happiest times I've spent in years.
Four days in the Big Apple is quite enough for me, thank you.
Please don't blame Kit. She was just doing her job.
Yes, the files.
Sounds like a reasonable request to me. Alas, Preston,
[Phone Rings]
We've gotta pep it up, people. All right, second act in 10 minutes.
Uh, Louise, dear. Louise.
[Elevator Bell Dings] That was a fast trip, Miss Vickers.
The first-floor bathroom was out of order. People were traipsing up and down the staircase all night.
Chief.
How was your stay? Well, I can't wait to get home.
Is this what you improvised out of odds and ends?
You, of all people, should realize I couldn't possibly have killed that detective.
To tell you the truth, we're kinda back to the start line on this thing.
- Yes. Why, don't I look well? - Oh, yeah, you look just fine.
Now, I've pretty much eliminated you as a suspect. Thanks.
in choosing the pregnant ballerina as your killer.
You have a nice stay, all right? I will.
Oh, my goodness.
Mr. Cellini, you did ask us to meet you here.
At least you could've called him, told him you were leaving.
Oh, no, ma'am. My pleasure.
That still doesn't explain the costume.
[Laughing] That's because we're standing in bright moonlight.
Jessica! God! [Screaming, Sobbing]
Well, it doesn't figure she'd keep anything incriminating in her office.
Yes, I am. Here.
You know, I bet you could solve this case.
Did your boy hear from the university? Oh, yes, ma'am.
A very organized lady, my Aunt Jess. She's precise and punctual.
Look, m-maybe you're living with somebody.
I've been trying to deduce who you're dressed as.
At the risk of repeating myself, I do not know what you are talking about.
And then l-l... I woke up behind the wheel of my car...
- The telephone call proved that. - What telephone call?
I put it in the front closet. I wasn't gonna go prancing through the lobby of that motel...
Well, Petey, sweetheart, ain't she great, huh?
How do I get a train to New Holvang? You have to take the ramp to the north end of the station. But...
... superfluous decoration. I really do think we should stop the tape.
If Mr. Templeton calls, ask him to meet me here at 3:00. Oh! Ex-Excuse me. Mr. Giles, um...
Uh, we shouldn't be very long. Oh, that's all right.