Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...I think, I mean I feel, I mean I believe you're not a leprechaun. They're tiny.
-Why not? -That would be breaking the tradition.
Please.
When I was a little girl, me father promised me it would be.
-I don't believe this. -They told e.e. cummings:
Start to work on a social life.
-Heave! -Heave!
-Lied to his own flesh and blood. -David, the man was dog food.
-I have poetry under my fingernails. -Do tell.
-What? -Yeah, with her hand.
We'll do it. We'll do it together.
Wait till the other leprechauns hear.
-So, what do we do? -Down there.
Isn't it marvellous?
Yeah, right. Let him tip the skycap.
If there was such a thing as a leprechaun, she would be one.
Ho.
She's probably not here. She said she was gonna go visit her father's grave.
A steel rainbow.
The come-hither? Don't you have anything in a go-away hither?
She's crazy. We won't find a pot of gold because there is no pot of gold.
...but what you believe is the truth may not be the truth.
...for leprechauns. You see, if we're captured by the light of day...
...and I can take you back to wherever it is you came from and be done with.
I have a feeling he spoke the truth.
What are you doing in the closet?
You see, that's a cynical remark.
That Kilpatrick woman, she's a little strange.
-...and this is David Addison. -Hi.
Addison, how can she just know she's being followed?
-What do you want? Why did you come? -Want?
Could he have died from some sort of spell?
About her. Should we call the police, or the Department of Mental Health?
A hundred thousand in gold coins was stolen from the Bank of Ireland in '64...
...all the worldly things.
Mr. Addison, you're not really leaving me?