Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He'd changed his name, as I had,
Not like that, you're not. What's the matter?
Saturday was the first time I'd seen him in 22 years, and I didn't recognize him.
He wasn't caught in Ashley's room, and, as you also know,
We need milk, soda, lemons.
How about a prison record? Anything?
You seem, I don't know, a little distracted.
[Gasping]
I just can't help but think... It was such a dark night, you know, so cloudy.
Bayside Yacht Club. Would you mind driving me there?
I guess, next time, you'll think twice about stealin' ideas from Agnes Peabody.
I'm a frugal Yankee. Humor me. [Chuckles]
We checked the fingerprints. They're all kinda smudged.
Wrong, Ashley. You're wrong. You're so terribly wrong.
Good night, Jane. Have a pleasant evening. You, too, Mr. Giles.
Coroner says McCallum was dead by that time.
you and I are going to be joined at the hip professionally for a long, long time.
Oh, thank heavens. What a relief.
Well, on the other hand, people do seem to enjoy it.
But I'm sure you noticed the shoes on the body floating in the swimming pool.
Madame wishes to hear a potpourri of Rodgers and Hart.
Gunderson. We don't have to...
To be specific... 17th Street. [Chuckles]
maybe while your party was goin' on.
I'm going to talk to Gunderson.
Oh, Caleb! Oh, Caleb! No, no.
- Give it up. - Don't be a fool.
no one but you and me and Kit and Grady.
Oh, l... I smell a conspiracy.
Fine, darling. I'll-I'll just trot along like a civilized wife...
Let's see. It's 23 past the hour, and we're sitting here...
Well, nothing would delight me more, but not this morning.
It will have to remain unsolved, at least by me. All aboard!
And I adore you too. You're a dear, Kit.
Well, I should think that you'd be doing the questioning. [Sighs]
Aunt Jess, where have you been? We've been worried sick. [TV: Crowd Cheering]
[Elevator Bell Dings]
[Typewriter Keys Clattering]
Then, all of a sudden, she and the captain were practicing indoor Olympics...
[Kit] Oh! Oh, God! Oh, Go...
Nah. Listen, I tried all that stuff.
I just want to say, Mrs. Fletcher, that I'm proud I met ya.
I'll see you in court, honey.
was just as vulnerable as she was.
Mr. Giles, I'm sure you're a very charming man,
[Air Brakes Hiss] [Horn Blowing]
Really, Jessica. It's not worth it.
As you well know, my favorite fictional character.
Oh! Thank God. Hey. [Chuckling]
That "anytime" business sounds like you've decided something.
He became even more positive when, over the next couple of years...
- But not about the murder. - Jess, that detective was just in the wrong place at the wrong time...
I read your book. Oh, you did? How nice.
How refreshing in an era dedicated to...
Nothin's the matter, Aunt Jess. Everything's terrific.
But murder?
No, I don't.
But back home, we have a saying.
But really, Preston, this limousine is totally unnecessary.
Do you know, Pres, he invited that what's her name?
It's going to come out now anyway, all of it.
Jess, I warn you. Arnold is a notorious punster.
Oh, not ours, you haven't. Back home, we make it ourselves. Get away.
Although I had nothing to do with the construction end, I was made the scapegoat.
At 6:00 a.m. This morning, we found that detective's car...
Mrs. McCallum, could I ask you, why would they ask you to come down here today?
For God's sake!
[Grady] Excuse me. Oh, Grady, there you are.
[Stammering] Well... l... It...
Oh, and finally the New York Times book reporter that's been assigned to you...
No, I didn't think you would.
Oh! Taxi! [Horns Honking]
These last seven days have been the most miserable week of my entire life.
Thank you very much.
Then off you get at the next stop. Oh, no. I'm sorry. I can't do that.
11:30. I'm sure she'll be all right, Mr. Giles.
Anyway, Mr. Baxendale's files need a good going-over.
What time is it? About the same as it was a minute ago.
Whoa! [Laughing]
do whatever it is you do.
You must do quite well. Beats hell out of welfare, sweetie.
Seems that last night, Brill dragged the lady over to some New Jersey nightclub...
Ashley. Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. What are you doing here?
Are you kiddin' me, lady? You know where that thing's goin'? [Scoffs]
Miss Vickers and Mr. Brill have made full statements about the theft of the documents.
I'm not lettin' you go in there alone. Of course you will.
So, you'll forgive me... especially you, Mrs. McCallum...
I probably should have asked you first.
If only I could have just let it be.
Would you go with me? [Exhales]
- Well, not this time. - [Sniffs]
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