Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you sure you want to do this?

Mrs. Fletcher? Jessica?

Look, Mrs. Fletcher, I know he's kin,

Well, lay on that winch, and let's hoist this mainsail.

Oh, of course. And once we can figure out why, I suspect we'll know who.

Oh, good Lord! Mrs. Fletcher, can you forgive me?

I feel a little foolish.

I had a dozen crises already this morning.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Oh, yes, yes. The cookie ladies.

We got a Bay Ridge, lady. That's in Brooklyn.

Why, I can't believe you're saying this.

Oh, Bernie, I couldn't ask you to do that.

sooner or later they'd come across me.

being hounded by a couple of Homicide detectives.

Which brings me to the subject of Miss Vickers.

Would you please stop complaining about your insomnia and listen!

Here, let me help you with that. No, no, no. That's not your job.

They say there's a logical explanation, but they really need your help.

[No Audible Dialogue] Ah! Mrs. Fletcher.

Come on, honey. Let's go.

Good shot, darling. Thank you, Louise.

A lot of people haven't read the book yet.

Come on. Let's get outta here.

Don't worry if we're up there a long time.

Oh, nothing. I'll be fine.

parked about half a mile from Giles's place.

and let you and Ashley...

And at his suggestion, I made those six people... and only those six...

Humpty Dumpty. Bet you can't guess what this is.

If Ashley chose to sit in on my auditions,

- Caleb wasn't much of a human being either. - Oh, but he didn't deserve killing.

All right, but if you're not back in 20 minutes, I'm comin' in there. I'll count on you.

Oh, you can't be serious about Peter Brill.

Well, we'd better put these in water before they wilt. [Chuckling]

You boys know anything about sailin'? Sure, a little bit.

At the party, when you were on the telephone when Ashley and I walked into the kitchen and I asked you who was calling.

Please, help Mrs. McCallum home. She's in no condition to drive. Oh, sure.

Yes, I understand.

Bye-bye. I hope you don't mind my not going back with you.

that either you or my nephew murdered that private detective.

What time, Grady?

[Mrs. Hoey] Jessica, could you tell us about... [Women Continue Chattering]

That's a promise.

You know how he feels about trouble on Sundays.

Well... Aw, sure. I guess so.

Ashley had an alibi that night, which is more than I can say for your nephew.

The Adventures of Madagascar

[Object Clatters] [Footsteps Approaching]

- Grady! - Aunt Jess!

Which means that we have to prove that Ashley is the culprit.

doesn't mean anyone will bother to read it.

Well, well, Doctor. You have impeccable taste.

You know people, ma'am. I can tell that.

No, don't write on it. Read it.

Well, I am not pleased, Grady. I'm not a writer.

For suspicion of murder.

And you do have to eat. I'd love to.

You really should tell that Captain Caleb to do something about his food.

When asked if she was under suspicion in her husband's death, authorities had no official comment.

I'm telling you. They want their food fast, and they want it cheap.

[Laughing] "Eggs-zactly."

That assistant with the slinky walk?

so, please, get your requests in early, all right?

Come on. Let's go inside and have a drink.

[Grandfather Clock Chimes]

that is no reason to assume that we are in league in some clandestine scheme.

Well, if you believe that Grady is a thief, maybe they're right.

- Grady, what's the matter? - Am I nuts, or is that my room?

What happens if Ashley discovers she's being followed?

[Caleb McCallum] Sure as hell wasn't.

Bayside. That's it. Bayside.

[Out Of Breath] Thank you so much.

I wonder who that detective was spying on.

If something else is destined to come out of this relationship, so be it.

Are you sure you have to go? Positive.

All right. Uh, I'll be taking statements from everybody.

[Giles] I can unlock that for you.

Well, I didn't expect there would be.

that, in the darkness, the killer thought he was firing at Captain Caleb.

All right. We spent the night at the local inn. Okay?