Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All I wanted were the markers in Hemmings's file.

That's what you and Hemmings were arguing about at the bar when you suckered me into it.

- [ Speaking French ] - [ Jeering ]

and the only solid lead the name on that marker I saw before the lights went out--

Stanley, you did a real nice job.

Telling Mumsy off the way you did-- you've really got guts.

You're my wife. I love you.

You even remembered to have them put a stick in Mumsy's punch.

Here you go, Mumsy. Well, that's more like it.

Arthur threw you over the minute he laid eyes on your husband's daughter.

I know every move before he makes them.

How can you say those things? How can you even think them?

You didn't see anybody when you went into the office?

Anywhere you like.

[ Exhales ] Arnold told me you were out here.

Plane? The next plane outta here--

And the thought of her in prison--

No, Iris. What happened is there never were any markers of Peggy's.

Well, it is a beautiful day, Tattoo, but I'm afraid what I was going to say was, uh,

Oh, come on, Mrs. Chandler.

I mean the part about your relationship with Arthur Hemmings...

Arthur was dead when I walked into his office.

Iris, you're going to be sensible about this.

not tossing me out with everybody else.

Especially by you.

I knew I shouldn't have come. Florence, I told you.

Go on, go on. Get outta here.

In the meantime, if there's one hint of bad service or inconvenience,

Mr. Scheckter, my husband-- Theodore Chandler.

Then we must prepare a very special picnic for her.