Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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