Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

if anybody opened it.
Well, it got out of hand.
[ Exclaiming ] All right, all right, all right.
We shall certainly try, hey, Tattoo?
But this is my big case,
A weekend wherein Mr. Stouton...
I'd prefer some information.
A real hero. Ah. I'm no hero.
She paid the markers by check, and the checks bounced.
Oh, yeah? Go away where?
which I find very condescending and flip.
I have to know what I'm getting into here.
In fact-- [ Sniffles ] make it a double.
Mr. Roarke. Mr. Stouton.
Me? No, you kiddin'?
He's strong and beautiful.
- Uh, Tattoo-- - Wait.
Yes, you are, Dad. To me anyway.
[ Woman ] Oh, Mumsy. Your allergies.
One must learn to live within one's own budget.
Mr. Roarke, it was more than anything I could possibly have dreamed of.
Hey, look, we're here. That's the main thing.
Are you telling me you refuse to move?
Iris, sit down.
laughable little mix-up in the reservations, and, uh--
[ Chuckling ] Well, you are in their bungalow.
You sell reservations and don't even write them down.
why Mr. Roarke had tried to warn me last night.
No peace, no respect. Not even a tangerine in his fruit basket.
Oh, Mr. Roarke. Mr. Stouton.
Oh? Wait till I tell the kids at school...
If you're gonna go inside, you'd better be packing a gat.
If there's any discourtesy, that'll be between you and me--
Darling.
Come on.
How did you know?
Well, maybe not, sweetheart,
Oh, sure. There goes the old macho bit.
May we offer you something to drink? No, no. Thank you.
[ People Chattering, Laughing ]
Oh. Mr. Roarke. Mr. Scheckter, I hope you're enjoying yourself.
I, uh-- I'll help you.
[ Exhales ] I almost got killed.
places his life on the line with each case.
I know you're mad at me. No, I'm not mad. I'm angry.