Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Speaking of misery, poor Miss Lonelyheart. She drank herself to sleep again, alone.

The police. What?

Me on the way to yo mamas house

You mean you haven't even heard from him?

I just want to find out what's the matter with the salesman's wife, that's all.

He's been laying out all his things on one of the beds.

It's been strangled. The neck is broken.

Well, I think you saw something.

Grab that. The rest of the blanket. Wait, I'll get the clock.

I don't know. What's she doing? Where is she?

Trips at night in the rain, and knives and saws and trunks with rope

Something too frightful to utter.

What? It's very simple, Stella.

Morgan or Lambert. That's fine.

When do you expect them in?

Jeff, you've got a lot to learn about homicide.

Oh, no. Give her another minute.

You'd think we could be a little bit happy that the poor woman is alive and well.

Bless your heart, Stella. Gee whiz, look at this.

and they don't care anything about a couple of house rules.

Seemed worried about it.

Lieutenant Doyle! Yeah?

when he's afraid somebody might be watching him.

tracking down leads based on female intuition.

How long do you think he'll stay there?

Where's that wonderful music coming from?

You sure it belonged to his wife?

Where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that?

My, look what the Army's done for you!

he wasn't taking out his possessions,

Anna... Is that who I think it is?

This will take care of the taxi as well.

Oh, yeah, sure.

"Smart girl"? She'll get herself arrested.

Nothing has caused the human race so much trouble as intelligence.

Let go of me! Jeff!

Me on the way to yo mamas house

Without any future?

But now just one song

Thank you, dear.

His wife was sick in bed.

Crashed, didn't it?

I have only $100 or so.

What's so different about it here from over there or anyplace you go

Compact, but ample enough.

And the nylons and those six-ounce lingerie.

Let's go down and find out what's buried in the garden.

A woman has a favorite handbag

Though each night it seems

Used up a little more than five and a half months of it.

And the last thing she would leave behind would be a wedding ring.

Just because he liked you?

Here's the key. Thank you.

No, Lisa, I don't think he did.

You think this is worth waiting all day to see?

I don't want to.

No, no. Not this salesman's wife.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Unless, of course, he put her in standing on end,

Oh, well, I just sort of... Take a look at Thorwald.

I guess you're right

Did you ever try to keep warm in a C-54 at 15,000 feet, 20 degrees below zero?

People do a lot of things in private they couldn't possibly explain in public.

I'm just warming some brandy. Mr. Doyle, I presume?

Leg in the East River... Oh, Stella, please!

You have a great talent for creating difficult situations.

Maybe you won't need it.

It's ridiculous to say that it can only be done

he might have gotten a hold of something when he said

In my neighborhood, they still nag.

You're entitled to it. Now, let me give you my side.

Stella was wrong about Miss Lonelyheart.

And I'll tell you something else.

Miss Torso, for example...

Women don't keep their jewelry in a purse

Boy, it's good to be home.

We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.

You haven't spent much time around cemeteries, have you?

Good night, you idiot. Good night.

Thorwalds were leaving their apartment at just that time.