Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

I'm a dead man. Look at me.

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

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

I would bury it in the garden.

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

Mille pardons, madame.

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

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

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

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

I'm very sorry.

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

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

Scott, Cathy and Ham, Jr.

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

and my distinguished colleague from Italy.

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

Yes, but we're divorced.

- It’s a start, anyway. - Oh.

- What? - Does it hurt?

They've got Jean-Louis.

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

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

- Never mind. - [ Buzzing Continues ]

The game is over, Mrs. Lampert.

Voss. Charles Voss.

held on March 22 -

May I have a cigarette, please?

He wants to arrest Judy for killing Punch.

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Why do people have to tell lies?

It’s a good place for making friends.

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

- A man tried to kill me! - What?

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

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

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

No sirree, Bob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you'll be all right.

[ Birds Chirping ]

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

[ Peter ] Oh, I telephoned but nobody answered.

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

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

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

It’s there every Thursday afternoon.

Room 217, second floor, Mr. Cruikshank.

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

And Adam did it. He killed them all.

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

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I was afraid of that.

What, assassinate someone?

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

Then how do I know this is your office?

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

But that left me without any honest means of support.

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

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

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

What do you mean?

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

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

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

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

Either one of you got the room next to her?