Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

An artistic notion not lost on myself. The bigger the cushion, the--
Mr. Addison, did you hear what I said?
I said it was here.
-...in five minutes. -Look!
Think too much and it'll all go away.
-I'm sorry. -David, you understand.
What are you doing?
But I understand. You have to do your investigating during the day too.
I'm just gonna grant meself one now.
Boy, are you a tough customer. Bet you didn't even clap to save Tinkerbell.
Where is your father now? Still in Ireland?
I can't leave my pot of gold laying in your living room, can I?
Of all the things to be, why that?
-I don't want this case. -Why?
What are we gonna do now?
-Guess we lost him, huh? -Guess again.
-What if I gave you the gold? -Us?
Well, just where is it that you stash your pot?
Thank you for a most enjoyable meal, Mr. Addison.
But we can't protect someone who won't tell us the truth...
Know what your problem is? Your soul is vacant. You have no sensitivity.
I've heard all about powers and pots of gold and other nonsense.
Where to go. What to do. What shirt to wear, what tie. What to get.
Suppose she's telling the truth. She really is a leprechaun...
Oh, no, Ms. Hayes. I would like to grant you three wishes.
...might get hurt. I don't wanna be explaining myself to people...
I wish to be free.
Us innovative, vanguard types were always misunderstood.
But take it alone. I won't be a party to this.
Why don't you show her in?
Daytime is a really scary time...
Com and dance with me And Irlonde
-Ms. Hayes, Mr. Addison, this is.... -Kathleen Kilpatrick.
Wishing wells. Santa Claus. Miracle cures.
You are familiar with them, are you not?
Yes. Because he was lucky enough to escape and my father wasn't...