Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now don't get me mad.

Well, then let's wait and find out who picks it up.

Murder's the least plausible.

He's getting ready to pull out for good. Look at him.

Empty as a football.

At the risk of sounding stuffy, I'd like to remind you of the Constitution

The same. That's the one, huh?

Here, now you take a look. Tell me what you see.

The place is about to go up in smoke.

that you'd kill a little helpless, friendly dog.

You mean leave the magazine? Yes.

Well, maybe in the high-rent district they discuss.

Let's wait till it gets a little darker, and I'll go over there and dig them up.

Have you checked his bank statements lately?

when they go on a trip.

That couldn't have been Mrs. Thorwald, or I don't know women.

Come on, come on, Tom.

Next Wednesday I emerge from this plaster cocoon.

If this is dreaming

No, she's just not the girl for me.

What's the trouble? Somebody fall out a window?

The shades are all drawn in the apartment.

Yes, but only her husband would know that.

Why, morons have committed murder so shrewdly,

I can take pictures from a jeep or a water buffalo, if necessary.

Is that so? Is that so?

Well, listen. I'll answer it, Lisa. There's something terribly wrong.

I get myself half-killed for you,

I'd say she's doing a woman's hardest job. Juggling wolves.

You mean to say you can explain everything that's gone on over there,

I wish I could be creative.

No, we've progressed emotionally.

Thank you for waiting, Carl. The kitchen's right there on the left.

Now, did anyone, including you, actually see her murdered?

He went out several times last night in the rain, carrying his sample case.

Pay attention to me.

He must be still at it.

Well, unless he's dumber than I think he is, he won't wait until his lease is up.

Just hold on. Here, take this.

"Get out of my life, you perfectly wonderful woman.

What, did they have signs on their luggage, saying, "Grand Central or bust?"

I'll send Morgan or Lambert.

Mr. Thorwald could scarcely put his wife's body

No, no. No, no.

Maybe she died.

She's too everything but what I want.

That's no way to spend your hard-earned money.

I figured a good detective would jump at the chance of something to detect.

You have to be here and see the whole setup.

Me when the circus is in town

Isn't there anybody in the neighborhood who could cast an eye in her direction?

I can see you in court now,

There is no case to be through with, Miss Fremont.

Looks like you packed in a hurry.

Gee, I'm proud of you!

You had any headaches lately?

He has a six months' lease.

and not sit around analyzing each other like two specimens in a bottle.

Well, Jeff, I've got to run along.

but she was not Mrs. Thorwald.

27099. Look out.

There was a postcard in Thorwald's mailbox. It was

Make the one you want.