Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, Chief.
They say there's a logical explanation, but they really need your help.
If something else is destined to come out of this relationship, so be it.
Are you sure you have to go? Positive.
The Adventures of Madagascar
Oh, of course. And once we can figure out why, I suspect we'll know who.
She is?
Don't worry if we're up there a long time.
For suspicion of murder.
- Grady, what's the matter? - Am I nuts, or is that my room?
I had a dozen crises already this morning.
[Laughing]
You know how he feels about trouble on Sundays.
Well, if you believe that Grady is a thief, maybe they're right.
sooner or later they'd come across me.
I wonder who that detective was spying on.
Here, let me help you with that. No, no, no. That's not your job.
And at his suggestion, I made those six people... and only those six...
What happens if Ashley discovers she's being followed?
[Rings]
that is no reason to assume that we are in league in some clandestine scheme.
Bayside. That's it. Bayside.
No, don't write on it. Read it.
At the party, when you were on the telephone when Ashley and I walked into the kitchen and I asked you who was calling.
Good shot, darling. Thank you, Louise.
Would you please stop complaining about your insomnia and listen!
And you do have to eat. I'd love to.
Humpty Dumpty. Bet you can't guess what this is.
[Giles] I can unlock that for you.
[Sneezes]
Come on. Let's get outta here.
[Mrs. Hoey] Jessica, could you tell us about... [Women Continue Chattering]
Come on. Let's go inside and have a drink.
I feel a little foolish.
being hounded by a couple of Homicide detectives.
[No Audible Dialogue] Ah! Mrs. Fletcher.
Oh, good Lord! Mrs. Fletcher, can you forgive me?
[Laughing] "Eggs-zactly."
Please, help Mrs. McCallum home. She's in no condition to drive. Oh, sure.
- Caleb wasn't much of a human being either. - Oh, but he didn't deserve killing.
that either you or my nephew murdered that private detective.
that, in the darkness, the killer thought he was firing at Captain Caleb.
Yeah. Maybe.
[No Audible Dialogue]
Well, I didn't expect there would be.
Mrs. Fletcher? Jessica?
Oh, yes, yes. The cookie ladies.
You boys know anything about sailin'? Sure, a little bit.
If Ashley chose to sit in on my auditions,
I'm telling you. They want their food fast, and they want it cheap.
Look, Mrs. Fletcher, I know he's kin,
All right, but if you're not back in 20 minutes, I'm comin' in there. I'll count on you.
[Out Of Breath] Thank you so much.
Which means that we have to prove that Ashley is the culprit.
All right. Uh, I'll be taking statements from everybody.
You know people, ma'am. I can tell that.
That assistant with the slinky walk?
Bye-bye. I hope you don't mind my not going back with you.
Which brings me to the subject of Miss Vickers.
Oh, Bernie, I couldn't ask you to do that.
You really should tell that Captain Caleb to do something about his food.
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Yes, I understand.
A lot of people haven't read the book yet.
[Object Clatters] [Footsteps Approaching]
When asked if she was under suspicion in her husband's death, authorities had no official comment.
Come on, honey. Let's go.
Well, well, Doctor. You have impeccable taste.
- Grady! - Aunt Jess!
[Caleb McCallum] Sure as hell wasn't.
All right. We spent the night at the local inn. Okay?
What time, Grady?
Well, I am not pleased, Grady. I'm not a writer.
Well... Aw, sure. I guess so.
Oh, you can't be serious about Peter Brill.
doesn't mean anyone will bother to read it.
Well, lay on that winch, and let's hoist this mainsail.
Are you sure you want to do this?
parked about half a mile from Giles's place.
Why, I can't believe you're saying this.
That's a promise.
and let you and Ashley...
[Phone Rings]
Well, we'd better put these in water before they wilt. [Chuckling]
Ashley had an alibi that night, which is more than I can say for your nephew.
Oh, nothing. I'll be fine.
so, please, get your requests in early, all right?
We got a Bay Ridge, lady. That's in Brooklyn.
[Grandfather Clock Chimes]