Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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