Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know how he feels about trouble on Sundays.

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

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

Come on. Let's get outta here.

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

[Object Clatters] [Footsteps Approaching]

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

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

sooner or later they'd come across me.

The Adventures of Madagascar

Well, well, Doctor. You have impeccable taste.

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

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

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

Come on, honey. Let's go.

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

Bayside. That's it. Bayside.

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

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

Good shot, darling. Thank you, Louise.

- Grady! - Aunt Jess!

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

being hounded by a couple of Homicide detectives.

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

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

Yes, I understand.

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

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

Oh, yes, yes. The cookie ladies.

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

[Out Of Breath] Thank you so much.

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

doesn't mean anyone will bother to read it.

Well, I didn't expect there would be.

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

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

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

What happens if Ashley discovers she's being followed?

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

parked about half a mile from Giles's place.

For suspicion of murder.

and let you and Ashley...

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

that either you or my nephew murdered that private detective.

[Grandfather Clock Chimes]

Would you please stop complaining about your insomnia and listen!

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

Are you sure you want to do this?

[Giles] I can unlock that for you.

That's a promise.

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

[No Audible Dialogue]

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

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

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

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

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

If Ashley chose to sit in on my auditions,

Which brings me to the subject of Miss Vickers.

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

I wonder who that detective was spying on.

Mrs. Fletcher? Jessica?

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

Oh, nothing. I'll be fine.

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

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

I feel a little foolish.

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

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

I had a dozen crises already this morning.

[Caleb McCallum] Sure as hell wasn't.

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

Are you sure you have to go? Positive.

What time, Grady?

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

That assistant with the slinky walk?

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

[No Audible Dialogue] Ah! Mrs. Fletcher.

[Laughing] "Eggs-zactly."

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

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