Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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