Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why didn't I think about Sylvester? He's sitting there right now.

- His aunt? - Yeah. His Aunt Belle.

He's out of his head.

Mrs. Finch, aren't you the teeniest bit curious?

- Good luck and may the best man win! - Right!

But what a deal.

Just sit there. Everything will be all right.

Yeah, yeah. [laughs]

A total of eight shares, giving you $112,000.

I dont apologize

All very hush-hush and whoosh-whoosh.

Funny. That's funny.

I bet he's running out of gas. Good!

You got this... Wait!

You tell 'em you heard from X-27. You got it? X-27.

[Tires screeching]

It's your fault from beginning to end.

I'd like to think that sometime, maybe 10 or 20 years from now...

[Brakes squealing]

If we go down to this park and we uncover the money...

- Stop, you! - Don't hit me!

It's him, all right. Yeah!

[Man on radio] Not a chance. That's what struck us so funny.

The inside of my stomach...

[Stammering] And they're 70 feet away in the other room.

Because they got a solid majority...

- What's going on? - [Yelling outside]

Trouble? Having any trouble?

♪ Says the Chinese hate chop suey

Please, say it don't make any difference, Aunt Belle!

All right, good. Get to a phone.

I don't think you have to worry too much about that.

We tell them to hit the road or we beat their brains in.

♪ Got a baby who can give me 31 flavors

...he hasn't got the brains or ambition even to become a crook.

You're getting out of line. I'm not kidding. I've had all I can take.

Okay, come on, honey. Let's go. We're here.

...the same number of shares as people in each vehicle.

Will you shut up a minute so I can tell you what happened?

Now, like I say...

He didn't make that clear at all.

Give the order to pull away.

- I absolutely agree. - So?

...juries sometimes look very favorably on things like that.

- You know I hate explosions. - It's perfectly all right.

Let's forget the whole thing and be reasonable.

...if the money is down here somewhere?

[all chattering]

Not Russell or my mother or Sylvester, anybody.

What is it, a staring contest? Move, move, will you? Come on!

- He just went sailing out there. - It was just terrible.

I got to tell somebody. Could you spare a couple of hours?

Before I say anything else...

[Woman] Get over to the side where you belong!

- Uh! - [Glass shatters]

...to live better lives.

Come on. This way. Go down. Now. Go.

- "Bugging"? - Cut out, cut out.

[Shouting] Exactly like your father: A big, stupid, muscle-headed moron!

All right! Here I come!

- Please get back in the car. - Not me!

I think we better go back to that place we phoned from.

...there'd be something I could laugh at, anything.

Someone you know?

Wait a minute. Listen.

That's all I need.

Look at yourself, the way your wife and her strumpet of a mother...

She's going! Get out of there!

Stop pushing, will ya?

...and then that dirty, rotten, slimy bum that double-crossed me.

I'll get your names and where you can be reached.

[Engine sputtering]

You're going to...

- How dare you. - Give us those keys.

...you don't have to explain to me.

Now, you want to catch him, you get out and run.

This is no place for a convertible!

You've been out in the sun too long. You're starting to crack up.

Tell the operator "emergency priority," then ask for the CIA.

Bring it up here!

Are you English? Just answer me!

- He'll say he's entitled to a share. - He would be if he drove us there.

[Tires screeching]

Did you see it, the way he went sailing right out there?

Sheesh! [grunting]

I've been a little busy.

I don't care where you have them. I'll get them.

Yeah, all right. I'll give you $3.

Try me. I'm pretty gullible.

Hey. This must... This must be the police.

The burglar alarm.

...arrest Capt. Culpeper.

We're trying to talk to him.

Oh! Mr. Pike! Mr. Pike, please!

- They're not here. - Probably got a lift.

But if we all find the money first and turn it in, we're all in the clear.

Let's get there, even if we are last.

Help! Get me down!

I'd like to think that sometime, maybe. 1953. or 1943 years from now...

...right in this neighborhood.

Uh... Don't make them so sweet this time.

- Put me down! - Must be stuck.

- It was a terrible thing. - Russell, I feel sick.

- We all went down. - [All chattering]

You're overlooking one thing.

Now stop it. Stop it, Monica!

[Man] It's stalled, Benjy. We got dust in the carburetor.

No. I don't think I've forgotten a thing.

I think they're arguing about something.

If we don't tell him, he won't.

The three of you get $87,500 and Benjy and I have to split.

If I have to climb much more, I'll be laying there with him.

Lady, you trying to split us up so every man's for himself?

Aloysius, I'll never forget you for this.

[Man on radio] F-7 to Central. The Crumps are locked...

Calling Capt. Culpeper. Central Division. Urgent.

Mama Don’t you worry! Your baby’s coming.

I mean, it's like non-taxable income.

♪ So be a happy gaffer

How do you think money gets...

It was my son-in-law and that Englishman.

[Crowd screaming]

Take it easy. You've been sick.

- It was true, wasn't it? - It's not true.

Melville, don't go in there. You'll be killed.

I drive my jeep down here every day. Let's go!

♪ Is make bigger automobiles

You know the word for this, Your Honor. It's called blackmail.