Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Upstairs. -Say the magic word.
-Out of my way. -Maddie, will you just tell me why?
Finding out that someone you didn't even know...
I think it's pointing to where Charlie's treasure is hidden.
Can't be going in that car, man.
It was so odd.
Would you like to see it? The painting?
-A clue, a clue, a clue. -Gesundheit.
You never sat here?
Except the one with the best car.
-Move or I'll kill you. -There you go.
--has been to brainstorm.
"Home."
Mysterious fortune turns up, police call.
And, I mean, it was Paris.
The point is that the money belongs to the company.
Prequel to Falsies of Fury, which I found a little artificial.
-I gave it to him. -You what?
-Want me to go with you? -No.
What exactly did he die of?
-A clue what he's looking for. -A clue.
Charles Wright is an international art thief.
The only painting I know about is this one, Charlie's Treasure.
So I tell them...
...we decided to do the starving-student thing in Europe...
He wasn't overseas, he was up the river.
Yes, in the loft.
-You learn something new every day. -Get serious.
Let me have one!
-You're Charlie's Treasure. -No.
It's my money, Addison. And I can do anything I want with it.
Does that mean we can save the farm and get Mom the heart operation?
-Right, Miss Hayes. -Maddie?
You can't just turn around and sell a hot painting.
...and fly to Amsterdam as quickly as I can.
What are you talking about?
Next windfall, can I stick a statue of myself in the lobby?
-Where are you going? -Excuse me?
...I don't know which magazine.
Hey! Hey, lady!
How can I help you if you won't take advice?