Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me, lady. I thought you was somebody else. I'm sorry.
Would you mind repeating that for the other gentleman?
They're not on duty yet.
What? Oh, Pop.
Ain't no law that says when you found something...
But I got there before crook B.
Pop, we gotta turn it in.
They'll settle this thing.
I'm not gonna go around smelling the stuff.
- Were you expecting a call? - I wasn't expecting a call. Were you?
It's the police. They followed me here.
Pop, I bet you those crooks followed me home.
What's the matter, Fred? You got something in your eye?
'cause it's just too nerve-racking having it around here.
Well, Wilt Chamberlain lives in Beverly Hills.
Now, I figure crook A robbed this money from the bank...
Yes, that's progress for you. They can send a man to the moon...
and the subject of finding money came up.
Now, I know this suitcase is in this house.
I wasn't expecting a call. Were you?
Hey, Pop! Hey, Pop.
- Me? - No, the old buzzard.
If the bank doesn't track this money down, those crooks will.
But it still ain't a bad buy for nine dollars.
Say, Pop.
Just settle on one pair of glasses and be done with it.
And once I even filled the tub and tried to push him in accidentally.
And if it squishes, then you don't want it.
I'll show you how to do it.
You bring a strange white policeman in this neighborhood...