Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want it.
Not until you prove to me that you're really Brian Cruikshank.
Kill Me
Oh, yes, it's - Wait a minute.
No.
- [ Cymbals Crash ] - Alors, approchez-vous, messieurs, dames.
I hope we have a lot of boys.
It won't get you the stamps, Dyle. You'll have to come out to get them...
I spent 10 months in a German prison camp with nothing to stop the pain.
Can't he do something constructive, like start an avalanche or something?
- How did I lead you on? - Oh, all that marvelous rejection.
He's - Ηe's in the center garden of the Palais Royale near the colonnade.
Yes, I know.
Uh-oh. Ohh. Hey, knock it off. Come on, Reggie. Listen to me.
Words can hurt.
Ηello. [ Giggles ]
- What was in that appointment book? - Oh, it was a place or street corner or something.
- Where are you, Tex? - Come on, man.
- You gonna open up? - Sure. Wait a minute.
I could already be arrested for transporting a minor above the first floor.
No sirree.
- Yes, that's right. - What's he saying?
If you get bored, try writing "Love thy neighbor" 1 00 times on the side of the building.
Why don't you keep quiet and stop threatening the child.
The stamps! They're worth a fortune!
You see this little fella here?
- Very sweet. - Aren't they?
Won't you sit down, Mrs. Lampert?
Just hurry over as soon as you can. Okay. Good-bye.
I taught them everything they do.
Well, that wraps it up. Tex has the money.
Ηe hasn't got the money, and neither has Mrs. Lampert.
Then say it.
Oh!
Charles Voss stole $250,000 from the United States government.
- [ Pops ] - funds.
Please do what we ask, Mrs. Lampert. It’s your only chance.
Uno, due, tre - [ Blows Whistle ]
That's an appointment book, isn't it? It wasn't there.
No, in my room.
I can think of a dozen men who are just longing to use my shower.
Passport? What kind of a proof is that?
We took all the chances. The money belongs to us, not to him.
Ghostbusters afterlife
- Oh, she did it, all right. - I believe her.
Where's the airlines bag?
that I'm having a tough time keeping my hands off you?
Jean-Louis.
He's only pretending, to teach her a lesson.
They did not find $250,000.
We won! We won! We won! We won!
- But then, you can lie from any position, can't you? - Oh-ho-ho -
Those men won't be very far away no matter where you go.
Madame?
- In the wardrobe. - Get it.
Oh, I met a man with sharp nails.
Oh, every day. The manufacturer recommends it.
- It's Charles. - Very good.
Another strange man peered in the window at me but then went away.
It’s taken Gideon, Tex and Scobie all this time to catch up with him again.
Congress seems to think that all a spy needs -
Hey, Tex, do somethin' with this kid, will ya? My leg's goin' to sleep.
- Excuse me, soldier - - Marine, ma'am.
But if they stole all that money, why can't you arrest them?
You mean spies and all of that?
"Stop lying to me."
One minute you're chasing me around the shower room.
Charles must have had it with him on the train when Tex killed him.
Maybe you wanted me to see the kind of work...
please remember what happened to your husband.
What do I have to do to satisfy you? Become the next victim?
That's the idea.
Oh, I'm not an agent. I'm an administrator, a desk jockey...
Mr. Bartholomew, if you're trying to frighten me...
I hope none of you ever finds out for certain.
- Can't you be serious? - Oh! You just said an horrible word.
All they had to do was come back after the war...
Tell me, Mr. Dyle. Where were you at 3:30 a.m.?
put the orange in like so.
[ Man ] Does he belong to you?
- [ Screaming ] - Oh là là Ià! Qu'est-ce qui se passe?
- But I'm not 15. - Well, that's your trouble. You're too old for me.
It’s a lovely town. Are you having a good time? So many things to see.
[ Door Opens, Hinges Creak ]
- Yes. - But we're divorced.
♪♪ [ Calliope ]
I'm waiting for Jean-Louis.
Well, if you had to hide it in this room, where would you put it?
The police probably think I killed him.
Well, in your money, perhaps $85,000.
- Forgive me. - Wait here. I won't be long.