Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're charging him an arm and a leg,

There, you see?

I never asked you to interfere.

See? No foam. You're funny, Dad.

- ♪ [ Old-timey Continues ] - [ Dogs Barking ]

with those baby blues that carried the 30,000 volts.

Have you seen Arthur? Try the office, honey.

[ Stanley ] Hello, Iris? Stanley?

filled with elegance and good taste.

Spelled C-L-A-S-S-- capital "C" and underlined.

His life, Mr. Scheckter-- literally.

Gamblers come in all shapes and sizes, don't they?

You're really quite fond of the old lady, aren't you?

[ Roarke ] Going inside, Mr. Scheckter?

I find your I.O.U. in the hand of a dead gangster,

- Come on, old girl. Now, first, make a wish. - ♪ [ Bugle: Call To Hunt ]

Well, if it is, then I will have gone out in style.

Yes, she is attractive, isn't she?

so you can go to the disco tonight.

And it certainly wasn't Peggy.

[ Sighs ] I was so worried about you.

there is nothing I can do to help you-- nothing.

You told him about Peg's I.O.U.'s?

Good. Let's keep it that way.

Bye-bye, Fitzy.

No wonder Sam Spade's suits were always rumpled.

That's what he hopes for, Tattoo. That's what he hopes for.

Move? We'll move--

Now let go of me and tell your protégé to stay out of my way.

If I wanna be treated like a schmo, I can get that from my own family.

Why don't you have something to eat, Mumsy? I'm not hungry.

of Arthur Hemmings's club.

Oh. Mr. Roarke. I didn't hear you come up.

Arthur won't let us just pay them off.

It does not make any difference.

You didn't have any trouble with the oranges.

It was an accident. I swear.

I suppose it was an oversight--

mushy songs, Irish tenors, pickled eggs.