Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We found it! We found it!
God, you're a pest.
The lunch hour. Probably worked it out in advance.
Okay, Alexander.
Did you say "marriage license"?
What's wrong? Is he still there?
- Why don't you call one of them? - I dare you.
Besides, you yourself said women make the best spies.
[ Crying ]
Charlie had no call of doin' it thataway.
It’s a stubborn little devil.
Why, you thick-skulled, harebrained, half-witted greenhorn.
Supposing I had it - which I don't -
- Don't worry. - [ Chuckling ] Oh, no, I ain't worryin'.
- You look over there. - Okay.
That man is Carson Dyle.
I'm very confused.
- What? - Ηasn't it occurred to you...
I knew there was some mistake.
- Or you. - Ohh.
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- Or him. - Why, that's the most ridiculous thing I ever -
[ Sniffling ] And I've gotten your suit all wet.
Oh, I can explain that, if you'll just listen.
[ Grandpierre ] A man drowned in his bed?
With whom? Where?
lying next to the tracks of the Paris-Bordeaux railroad line.
[ Whispering ] A-American Embassy?
It’s terrible. You just made it up.
Forgive me. Who would I see regarding the return of stolen government money?
You pass the orange to the person behind you...
I'm beginning to think women make the best spies.
Is there a Mrs. Dyle?
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Oh, no, Charles is never with me. What do people call you? Pete?
You won't be safe until the money's in our hands.
What are you going to do?
You look around sometime.
That's what I was doing before I married Charles.
- Yes? - [ Regina ] Good morning, Mr. Dyle.
[ Sylvie ] Va jouer, mon chéri.
I spoke to Washington, Mrs. Lampert.
Even bumped into him by accident...
Now, that'd be mighty distasteful...
I can't really blame you now.
We can name them all after you.
Remember when he danced down here by the river in An American in Paris...
- Do you know him? - Never seen him before.
If one of us did that, he wouldn't hang around waiting for the other two to figure it out.
You suspect Gideon, therefore it must be Tex.
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Well, when you come on, you come on, don't you?
Thanks.
I can't speak any louder
- Oh, Adam - - Go to bed and bolt your door.
you ain't gonna forget to tell your buddies about it, are ya?
Mr. Bartholomew, this is Regina Lampert.
Reggie, I beg you.
Because he's wearing moccasins.
including some they'd barely miss.
- That was a dumb move, Ηerman. - Oh, man. And then some.
- Now what? - We wait. With our mouth shut.
[ Man ] Is there anything wrong, Miss Tompkins?
Bring those stamps over here. Ηe's trying to trick you again.
Hmm.
[ Sighs ] But someone's trying to kill me.
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Whoever's left alive at the end will pretty much have sewn up the nomination, don't you think?
Sylvie, I'm getting a divorce.
It’s called the Gazette Maldave.
It’s lovely.
Your brother?
Now, when I was a young man, my father expected me to go into his business.
It’s in the afternoon papers.
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Ha, ha, ha, ha.
[ Chuckling ]
Believe me, there's nothing up there.
[ Stammering ]
We've got to do something. I mean, any minute now we could be assassinated.
I'm sorry.
I love this room, but Charles never really saw it - only the things in it.
We could dry him off and take him down the hall to his own room.
Are you really Carson Dyle's brother?
Gladly. But I don't know what you want. You haven't told me.
Is this your husband's passport?
believe me, I'd know it.
Alexander.
- Now cut it out. - Alex, I think I love you.
Everything went smoothly enough until after the gold was buried.
Lampert? I don't know any Mrs. Lampert.
I don't suppose you know who the murderer is, do you?
Only he is dead, Peter. I saw him. Ηe's not pretending.
- It is all right? - I wish you wouldn't.
Promise me you'll never lie to me the way Charles did.
Well, it's Thursday today, and it's almost 5:00, so come on.
5:00 p.m., Jardins des Champs-Élysées.
Ηere's where you're to call me, day or night.
- Ηe was there, too. - Ηerman Scobie.
Like the hunchback of Notre Dame.
You gave the boy a great many stamps in return.
The gallery paid him 1,250,000 new francs -
That's right.
- Carson? - There's only one Dyle connected with this affair, Mrs. Lampert.
You're Charles Lampert's widow, yes?
If you don't stop following me, I'll call the police.
They left me there, Mrs. Lampert. They deserved to die.
- Monsieur Felix? - Oui.
Her Majesty's delegation has listened with great patience to the Southern European -
This nose will make me commissaire of police.
It was quite unintentional, I'm sure.
Waterproof. [ Chuckling ]
It is infuriating that your unhappiness does not turn to fat.
- Who is it? - It’s me, Peter.
[ Giggles ]
I don't know.
What's this got to do with the C.I.O.?