Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kathleen and I stayed up most of the night talking.

You know, he's right. I must give him the suitcases.

"Very few people are chosen to have the magic.

Well, then. What do you do with your gold?

He's after my pot of gold.

Don't you listen to a word he said.

Now, look. It's late.

Oh, I heard of him. That's the guy who duked it out with Godzilla, right?

-You must go through a lot of pots. -Thank you, Ms. DiPesto.

-Oh, but they are. -Oh, but they are not.

You can't let a person go through life casting spells and granting wishes...

-She's not. -Excuse me?

-Let's all talk. -Why don't you and I talk?

Wait a second. Get on line.

So you see, I'm really quite happy.

Kathleen Kilpatrick!

-AMFL? -"Another Mother For Lease."

I don't know why we work together. We have nothing in common.

-Oh, my goodness. -They never found him or the gold.

Ms. Kilpatrick, I think it's time the two of us had a little....

Are you saying that you actually think leprechauns exist?

Well, I managed to get away without him seeing me.

Wonder who she really is. What she's really about.

I'm being pessimistic. This situation is much brighter than I'm painting it.