Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It’s the house detective. Why don't you have a girl in there?
Bartholomew.
- About how wealthy, would you say? - I don't know.
Tell him I'm trapped in a phone booth right below him in the metro station.
helps protect its shape."
If Charles had died in bed, we wouldn't even have him.
It’s all right, gentlemen. Carry on.
How about getting out of here? Come on, child. Out.
Suivez ce taxi.
Would you do anything like that?
- Only we call them agents. - "We"? You mean you -
You know what I mean. The envelope with the stamps on it.
You know something? You may be right.
Didn't you telephone me to meet you on that corner over there?
The shower's in there.
- Now what are you doing? - Cutting it out.
Could you give me one good reason why I should?
Can you remember anything in it at all?
"Wearing this suit during washing...
Of all the mean...
- The tooth powder. - What about it?
- Which view would you prefer? - The one you're blocking.
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My mother. She lives in Detroit.
How about making me vice president in charge of cheering you up?
- How? - By burying it...
This may be what we're looking for.
- Go to bed. I'll let you know when I've found him. - You're gonna go looking for him now?
for why would you invent such a ridiculous story?
One toothbrush.
but that doesn't mean I'm ready for French traditional.
Okay.
Are you out of your mind or something? It’s 3:30 in the morning.
No, thank you.
- Do you tell lies? - [ Phone Buzzing ]
Seems to be growin' and growin' every day. Well, I ain't disappearin' till I get it.
- Quitter. - Uh, what?
Impossible.
- You want some more? - Never mind that. Did you get the money?
That's the receipt Grandpierre gave me for Charles's things.
It was the stamps on the letter Charles had with him on the train.
Oh, I'm so hungry I could faint.
Wait.
Not much, is it?
- Who said? - That's what I'm not supposed to say.
Sure. How do you think I got here?
He was throwing snowballs at Baron Rothschild.
They left me there with five of them in my legs and my stomach.
The man I had the fight with, lady. Dyle. That's his name.
So you can kill me, too? Tex is dead. Ηe wrote "Dyle" on the carpet.
[ Phone Buzzing ]
Hmm.
And in his pajamas - the second one in his pajamas.
Mrs. Lampert, he wants the money for himself.
What are you doing in here?
How do you shave in there?
- Look for it. I'm quite sure you'll find it. - But -
Me after quarantine Let’s go somewhere crowded. I feel like a lot of people.
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Wouldn't it be better if you did it in here?
Look, my mama didn't raise no stupid children.
- Were you followed? - Yes, by Dyle. But I lost him.
- All right, Mrs. Voss - - Please stop calling me that.
Carson Dyle was dead, but Scobie was able to travel. So -
Everything.
Shoot, no. Not after all these years.
- Won't you come in for a minute? - No, I won't.
He's hiding something from me, Sylvie -
I'm sorry. Mr. Bartholomew has left for the day.
Now, the girl trusts me.
Uh, w-w-wait a minute.
I'm not a lady of leisure anymore, you know.
He -
It'll cost more than that for them to fix their bookkeeping. As a taxpayer -
and you fell for it like an egg from a tall chicken.
May I have a sandwich, please?
[ Shouting ]
Well, in this highly competitive world...
[ Nail Clippers Clicking ]
- Vanille et chocolat, s'il vous plait. - Why do you think Tex did it?
Wonderful. Do you realize you've had three names in the past two days?
Oh, I can see that. They're batting each other over the head.
- Oh, neither do I. - You don't?
Reggie, I want those stamps!
Don't you dare be civil with me after leading me on like this.
Do you understand French? Not a word.
Let's see. Do you know the center garden at the Palais Royale?
- What's she saying now? - That she's innocent.
Adam!
That's all I ask of anybody: the simpIe truth.
Why couldn't you just look at his feet?
There are two teams, et pour chaque équipe, il y a une orange.
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You nincompoop!
If you'd let us known you was goin' to her room...
Tex wrote the word "Dyle" before he died.
It’s a direct line to both my office -
We thought perhaps we would learn something.
- I tell you, he's Carson Dyle. - Now, you're not gonna believe him.
- I've enjoyed talking with you. - Now you're angry.
- Yes, I know, but this is all we've got left. - You're not kidding.
Do anything funny or try to talk to anyone and I'll kill you, Dyle.
♪♪ [ Continues ]
Did you ever hear the story of the boy who cried wolf?