Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you mean?

The sight of all that money being given away might make me break out.

- [ Laughs ] - I guess you don't either. Here, give me that.

Well, maybe now he'll meet up with his other hand someplace.

No sirree, Bob.

They've got Jean-Louis.

Either one of you got the room next to her?

May I have a cigarette, please?

No cat and mouse. You've got me. What do you want to know?

- Mine's Regina Lampert. - Is there a Mr. Lampert?

I'll take that side. You poke around over here.

Dyle, pIease. D-Y-L-E.

Then how do I know this is your office?

Whoever it is has to wait here pretending to look for the money...

Well, that's not exactly the term I'd have chosen...

No, it isn't. I'm getting a divorce.

but how was I to know he was as big a liar as you are?

The game is over, Mrs. Lampert.

I left all my drip-dry dripping. Is that all right?

I would bury it in the garden.

- There's no law against stealing stolen money. - Of course there is.

What, assassinate someone?

Room 217, second floor, Mr. Cruikshank.

and my distinguished colleague from Italy.

- Oh, are you on? - No, it's all right. What's wrong, Adam?

Mille pardons, madame.

- I'm afraid we want it back. - But I don't have it.

Don't worry. I've arranged to take the room next door to you.

I'm a dead man. Look at me.

I have always suspected that the blade coming down...

So you'll be all right.

Mr. Bartholomew, if I had a quarter of a million dollars...

No, everything's here. The police have kindly provided us with a list.

Recommending that embassy offices be kept locked during the lunch hour.

You're in an ideal position. He trusts you.

and I'm not likely to miss at this range.

Why do people have to tell lies?

But that left me without any honest means of support.

He wants to arrest Judy for killing Punch.

Yes, but we're divorced.

"My dear Regina, I hope you are enjoying your holiday.

I'm very sorry.

Voss. Charles Voss.

I can't call you that anymore, can I?

The Whitefeet always tell the truth, and the Blackfeet always lie.

- It’s a start, anyway. - Oh.

Lock the door, and don't let anyone in except me.

Well, you know I'd tell you if I had it.

She batted all of them big eyes at you...

I was afraid of that.

Yes, it was a dumb move, Ηerman. What is the matter with you?

- Ηe's with the C.I.A. I saw him at the embassy. - I tell you, he's Carson Dyle.

Why don't you confide in me and tell me what this is all about?

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- Never mind. - [ Buzzing Continues ]

- What? - Does it hurt?

[ Birds Chirping ]

And Adam did it. He killed them all.

[ Peter ] Oh, I telephoned but nobody answered.

- A man tried to kill me! - What?

but I think they did it - Tex, Gideon, Scobie and your husband -

I found it! I found it! I found it!

Scott, Cathy and Ham, Jr.

When you start to eat like this, something is the matter.

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- What's going on? - Fun and games.

- Ηe said he'd never seen any like them. - I'm glad.

It’s there every Thursday afternoon.

- I'm not bullying you. - Yes, you were. You said it was nonsense.

- What? - Someone who wasn't in that photograph you showed me today.

It’s a good place for making friends.

It doesn't belong to you. You do know that, don't you?

I had a good man - a really excellent man on the Rue Ponthieu...