Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Kit] Oh! Oh, God! Oh, Go...
Anyway, Mr. Baxendale's files need a good going-over.
- But not about the murder. - Jess, that detective was just in the wrong place at the wrong time...
At 6:00 a.m. This morning, we found that detective's car...
Mr. Giles, I'm sure you're a very charming man,
Oh, and finally the New York Times book reporter that's been assigned to you...
Ashley. Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. What are you doing here?
- Give it up. - Don't be a fool.
I just can't help but think... It was such a dark night, you know, so cloudy.
No, I didn't think you would.
Well, nothing would delight me more, but not this morning.
Gunderson. We don't have to...
But really, Preston, this limousine is totally unnecessary.
- Well, not this time. - [Sniffs]
[Party Chatter] ♪♪[Combo]
Madame wishes to hear a potpourri of Rodgers and Hart.
No, I don't.
He became even more positive when, over the next couple of years...
I probably should have asked you first.
Seems that last night, Brill dragged the lady over to some New Jersey nightclub...
How refreshing in an era dedicated to...
Coroner says McCallum was dead by that time.
Well, on the other hand, people do seem to enjoy it.
But back home, we have a saying.
Are you kiddin' me, lady? You know where that thing's goin'? [Scoffs]
So, you'll forgive me... especially you, Mrs. McCallum...
Would you go with me? [Exhales]
[Grady] Excuse me. Oh, Grady, there you are.
Really, Jessica. It's not worth it.
You seem, I don't know, a little distracted.
But murder?
11:30. I'm sure she'll be all right, Mr. Giles.
Oh! Thank God. Hey. [Chuckling]
You must do quite well. Beats hell out of welfare, sweetie.
Thank you very much.
But I'm sure you noticed the shoes on the body floating in the swimming pool.
Mrs. McCallum, could I ask you, why would they ask you to come down here today?
Jess, I warn you. Arnold is a notorious punster.
Not like that, you're not. What's the matter?
I'm not lettin' you go in there alone. Of course you will.
Then off you get at the next stop. Oh, no. I'm sorry. I can't do that.
no one but you and me and Kit and Grady.
Oh, l... I smell a conspiracy.
It will have to remain unsolved, at least by me. All aboard!
And I adore you too. You're a dear, Kit.
Miss Vickers and Mr. Brill have made full statements about the theft of the documents.
Oh, Caleb! Oh, Caleb! No, no.
What time is it? About the same as it was a minute ago.
I'm a frugal Yankee. Humor me. [Chuckles]
[Elevator Bell Dings]
As you well know, my favorite fictional character.
Oh! Taxi! [Horns Honking]
We need milk, soda, lemons.
Let's see. It's 23 past the hour, and we're sitting here...
Oh, not ours, you haven't. Back home, we make it ourselves. Get away.
Saturday was the first time I'd seen him in 22 years, and I didn't recognize him.
We checked the fingerprints. They're all kinda smudged.
maybe while your party was goin' on.
I'm going to talk to Gunderson.
Well, I should think that you'd be doing the questioning. [Sighs]
Nah. Listen, I tried all that stuff.
If only I could have just let it be.
Nothin's the matter, Aunt Jess. Everything's terrific.
Bayside Yacht Club. Would you mind driving me there?
That "anytime" business sounds like you've decided something.
Although I had nothing to do with the construction end, I was made the scapegoat.
Aunt Jess, where have you been? We've been worried sick. [TV: Crowd Cheering]
Wrong, Ashley. You're wrong. You're so terribly wrong.
Do you know, Pres, he invited that what's her name?
Then, all of a sudden, she and the captain were practicing indoor Olympics...
Oh, thank heavens. What a relief.
These last seven days have been the most miserable week of my entire life.
It's going to come out now anyway, all of it.
For God's sake!
How about a prison record? Anything?
[Air Brakes Hiss] [Horn Blowing]
He'd changed his name, as I had,
I just want to say, Mrs. Fletcher, that I'm proud I met ya.
you and I are going to be joined at the hip professionally for a long, long time.
[Typewriter Keys Clattering]
I guess, next time, you'll think twice about stealin' ideas from Agnes Peabody.
He wasn't caught in Ashley's room, and, as you also know,
Fine, darling. I'll-I'll just trot along like a civilized wife...
I read your book. Oh, you did? How nice.
do whatever it is you do.
[Gasping]
[Stammering] Well... l... It...
Good night, Jane. Have a pleasant evening. You, too, Mr. Giles.
was just as vulnerable as she was.
I'll see you in court, honey.
Whoa! [Laughing]
To be specific... 17th Street. [Chuckles]