Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. ted johnson of the n.e.d.c...

Well, her sister's gone to rhodesia

pereusum christum dominum nostrum.

She's traveled.

Where is all this leading us?

And he's in the k.g.b.

My life, you're clever, dim, he'd certainly taken me in.

Mr. bartlett, your client has already pleaded guilty

Well, she sometimes goes, yes.

What fires and stirs the woodcock in his springe

With a rub-a-dub-dub and a scrub-a-dub-dub

Oh, wicked, wicked, you're wicked, eh?

We must leave no stone unturned.

You could recognize a larch tree?

But mr. f.g. superman has a secret identity.

Michael, do you think you know

No, no, we don't have a camera.

What a larch tree looks like?

If I were not in the c.i.d., something else I'd like to be.

Here he sold contraceptives and...

Oh, by the way, I've got a bit of a dirty fork.

In the match between glamorgan and yorkshire

With the defendant, harold larch?

They killed him!

The president of the board of trade said he hoped

Still... whoa! hey?

Since she had her head off, yes, she has.

The wound, the wound!

Papa... Steve...

Not to put too fine a point on it

Well, they do, don't they?

Good evening, sir.

There was light at the end of the tunnel

To all appearances no different

And then there's gilberto's war wound.

You could be something other than a policeman.

was a rough, tough, jolly sort of fellow.

Until the savings certificate had been found.

They really look after you, yes.

I mean, you've got to be cruel to be kind.

and he loved to hang out down by the pier