Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, thanks.
30-all.
Is your car here?
- Get your popcorn here! Fresh popcorn!
Game, set and match, Mr. Haines.
Someday I'll tell you about it.
I couldn't bear it.
Going there after you did only made him more furious.
- I saw him outside. - Please come in, professor.
Business fell off something terrible for a while.
Come on.
I haven't got it.
Bruno, I do wish you'd take up painting.
It was all over in no time.
Who was he, bud?
Advantage, Mr. Reynolds.
Whichever way you look at it, I'm in a spot.
She went there with the boys that found her, so they're not suspects.
They're all okay.
I'm sorry, Guy, to be the one to tell you.
Such a soothing pastime.
Yes, Mr. Haines?
She was a tramp.
Even more terrifying than the murder itself was...
They got you at last, huh, Guy?
I wish I understood what this is all about.
Name's Collins.
"I wondered why."
- How about some popcorn? - You don't want any more to eat.
Advantage, Mr. Haines.
The smoochers wouldn't go near the place.
What? Now, who did you say this is?
That's funny, coming from you.
Guy. Bruno.
We'll be pulling in soon. I've got to change trains.
But that'll be too late.
Crisscross.
He should be sent someplace for treatment before it's too late!
Even to the Senate.
Taxi's waiting at the entrance.
Help, somebody, help!
They had it all worked out in their timetable.
Close enough.
You heard what I said, Guy Haines.
Sixteen hundred. Will you try it again and win a nice Kewpie Doll for the lady?
Not like you, huh? All right, so I'm a bum.
Thank you.
...but nothing so ridiculous as a murder.
- Yeah? - Anne Morton.
He's right. You mustn't do anything that looks suspicious.
You know, I'm very upset with Guy.
We'd better be getting back.
I'm not getting a divorce.
I like.
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Bruno?
...I wouldn't have run out on you.
I didn't even know the girl.
...would get Guy out of this dreadful situation?
I haven't got time to listen.
This is what I think we'd better do.
I really shouldn't be saying this to an outsider...
- No Haines. - I wonder where he went.
He's a maniac. I met him on the train going to Metcalf.
His hands were on her throat...
Hey, what's that? What are you doing?
I'm sick and tired of bowing and scraping to the king.
Aha. There you are, you see? There you are.
- Are you all right, Haines? - I think so.
This is Mr. Turley, the chief of police.
Especially when you're going to have another man's baby.
Oh, I've got a wonderful theory about that.
...to have a man love you so much he'd kill for you.
- Did you see how he stared at Barbara? - No, I didn't particularly.
- Good night, Mom. - Now, don't stay out late.
And I can do it.
Get shaved before your father gets home.
- Thank you. - You getting any practice today?
Guy.
But we have...
Bruno.
I have a murder on my conscience, but it's not my murder.
...they swap murders.