Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're private detectives. It's what we do.
-Heave! -Go to ho.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
You best leave or harm will come to you.
Couldn't you have just blinked it into the house?
Skycap, will you give us a hand with this, please?
Why? Why?
I no longer wish to be a leprechaun.
Can I at least know your name?
Not just where to go or what to eat, but skull-busters like:
-How can you say that? -Watch carefully. "You have no poetry."
-Okay. All right. I see. -You don't. What are we doing here?
...it's taken me longer to get out of.
The
Would you forget this money? Can't you see? That woman needs help.
-Rubens? -Rubens.
Oh, I like the both of you.
-Not everyone. -Everyone over the age of consent.
A ready-to-fill hole.
That's it.
-Now give me the suitcase. -Addison!
Maybe there's a reward for returning the gold.
-I don't even know who she is. -She's Kathleen Kilpatrick.
Kathleen, have you ever seen this pot of gold?
As I told you, tomorrow I have to give up all my worldly pleasures...
Excuse me, I don't understand. What do you mean by your pot of gold?
Where is she?
But it will be.
-Stop what? -That. Must you sing that song?
And of the holy londe Of Irlonde
-Really, you think so? -It's a possibility.
I'm not sure this country is the place for a leprechaun and a pot of gold.
-...I don't think anybody's back there. -He's following us.
I know who it is. He paints naked girls.
-Please. -No, you please.