Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's just not right, me taking money from you. That's why.
You're back.
But somebody really is chasing her. We can't turn our backs on her now.
Are you gonna get it now.
-Capture me. -What?
-Fine, don't be party to this. -Don't worry.
-Sometimes it's scary how smart I am. -How what you are?
-What do you wanna do? -We gotta do something.
Yep. We just helped that woman uncover a hot pot of gold.
Thank you both for everything.
She's from something. Some place, a culture.
Yeah. Okay.
-I don't want anybody else to. -Not fine.
-Did we give him the slip? -Quiet. He mustn't hear.
I do not dig holes. I know how that sounds. It's not what I mean.
-Actually, it was the name. -Swallow me Lucky Charms.
I'm a capitalist.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Maybe it isn't about cholesterol. Maybe the rash of heart attacks...
A lady is being pursued.
Every Sunday, we would have a picnic in the pasture of Dunsmeadere.
...we must never stop believing.
You don't wanna take this case?
I don't know. Detective, maybe?
Hey, come here. Where you going?
"Abracadabra The guy's a cadaver"?
Actually, it's a pretty good summation.
...believing isn't about thinking. It's about feeling.
But, you know, here in America, we don't do that.
Gee, that makes sense.
You have no poetry. Fairy tales are poetry. Fantasy is poetry.
Night, huh? Mine too.
That's not a rainbow. It's a bridge.
How did you happen to pick Blue Moon Detective Agency?
She feels safe, Maddie. She knows we'll protect her.
If we don't do it, somebody else will.
Look, I admit. You were right. The babe belongs in a bin.
Work on the hair. Work on the wardrobe.
Isn't she beautiful?
I don't know. We never knew him.
And on it he wrote, "It has your name on it, me little leprechaun."
-I'm not having any. -No lunch, no TV tonight.
Ms. Kilpatrick, make yourself comfortable in the living room, please.
How convenient.
But you, me darling, you have."