Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What? That it's short for Arthur? -Now, you see?

I'll get a shovel.

What do you mean, "shh"? It's my office.

-She really did. She left us the gold. -Then we did capture her after all.

-When I was 7. -Aren't you a little tall?

It is sort of the right shape.

I was hired to protect you, not humour you.

-...or troll's, or hobgoblin's. -That woman is--

Then what's everything else?

What if it isn't true? What if I'm just a woman and it's just a story and....

Oh, my goodness, the elf.

-Go ahead, take them. They're yours. -You're damned right.

A pound of what?

I don't wanna hear any more of your stories.

In the morning.

Dance with a fairy.

Excuse me, sir, but I think I was ahead of you.

You want "Barnacle Bill the Sailor"?

There are a couple guys, artists, whose work I admire and respect.

She has a right to know the truth. If we don't tell her, somebody else will.

It's only a matter of time before he finds out where I am.

He sent me this picture.

Holler if you hit China.

No, that's happened to me before.

Before I go, do me one favour.

He captured me! I'm bound by tradition to offer them to him with no resistance.

-Why doesn't that surprise me? -I think, "There are guys like you...

I've stumbled across an untapped market. A need waiting to be filled.

-Leprechaun. -Of course.

-She thinks she's a leprechaun. -S0?

Peter Paul Rubens happens to be a favourite.

Because I do. I do know something about art.

-Are you sure? -Are you sure?

You think I'm fooling. I ain't fooling. I'm calling the cops.

Are you gonna die?

-Watch your language. -Not a "mutha." A mother.

-They are exhibiting the new Gauguin. -Gauguin?

Don't thank me, you paid for it. It's just part of the standard service package...

Proof. Is that what you be wanting?

-Was there a cause of death? -Heart failure.

-But what about the man? -There is no man.

This has never happened to me before.

-...or get something?" -I don't remember saying, "Come in."

-For instance? -Rubens.

Maybe that's how a leprechaun death looks.

Look at her. It's a peaceful sleep.

Ms. Kilpatrick, let's have a little conversation.

It's we who keep the demons of the night in tow.