Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not now!
Show Me That Big, Fat Cock Again,,, It's been so long without the cocky, cocky-cock!
- We'd both be arrested for murder? - You're just as much in it as I am.
Who is it, Guy?
...or the carbon monoxide in the garage?
Guy.
We'd both be arrested for murder.
My guardian angel.
Take a look.
Yeah.
And if he keeps going, it'll be a straight-set win for him, sure.
You're spoiling everything. You're making me come out into the open.
Keep on your toes. Something funny's going on.
Did you get my note?
Stay here and help me give Hennessy the slip after the match.
But you sound so savage, Guy.
- Vanilla. - Vanilla? Swell.
Thank you.
Anne?
Each does the other's murder.
Suspect bound for amusement park in taxi.
Deuce.
Elegant.
Remember to call Captain Turley.
- Strongest pays for the merry-go-round. - Fair enough.
Don't you see that one word from him...
It's on the island where you left it.
We're coming into my station.
Mr. Reynolds wins the third set.
What's the matter?
Take it easy. I'm your friend, remember? I like you.
This match, from a quick victory for Haines, has turned into a dogfight.
Here we go!
The police were just being thorough.
Father, I am not a politician.
Sure, Bruno, sure.
...after Miriam was murdered.
...to play tennis before I pulled him in.
Swap murders?
- Is he likely to picket my office? - Very likely.
What is a life or two, Guy? Some people are better off dead.
When an alibi is full of bourbon, it can't stand up.
- Miss Morton. - Okay, Tim. I'll be right there.
Yes, I understand.
Criss-Cross
And the pictures. She's very beautiful.
I think there's cause for more questioning.
- Where are you going? - Where do you think I'm going?
But now, about my father, I've got the plan of the house already made.
...between Mr. Guy Haines and Mr. Fred Reynolds.
Good evening, sir.
...until his phone rang for half an hour.
You've been trying to get rid of me long enough.
I suppose she played around a lot.
...wouldn't it look rather awkward if you suddenly canceled all your plans?
15-love.
Now...
If he hasn't an alibi for 9:30, he has plenty to worry about.
Police will say Guy wanted her dead so he could marry Anne.
I was trying to paint Saint Francis.