Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I must caution you, anything you say can be taken down and used in evidence.
- Evening, Monsieur Francois. - Francois, mon ami. Is it true?
I'm counting on you not to lose your nerve, for only you can help me.
Go and get some sugar, quick!
EXPERIENCE IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU DIDN’T GET WHAT YOU WANTED
Who's a ticklish boy?
Don't move.
- Oh, Francois. - Hello. You look wonderful.
Andre?
- Everything's all right now. - Madame, would you tell us what happened?
But I'm glad. I'm glad the thing is dead.
You run along. We'll have dinner together later.
None. Absolutely none.
I'll pick you up in a few minutes. Goodbye.
It wasn't Andre. I couldn't have hurt Andre.
Andre!
Not the portable reactor?
I'm glad you came. I... I wanted to ask you something.
I didn't mind...
It's gone.
Remember the ashtray? I've had a similar accident.
... go through the machine once more with it, and pray our atoms untangle.
Almost in a state of euphoria, of relief, as though she's happy about it.
I have to see if it suffers from any ill effects. If it's alive in, say, a month...
You can depend on me, darling.
...and watch a World Series in New York as it happened, he'd say it was impossible.
The reason for the press, the fly, everything.
Every time I ask him, he says tomorrow.
The stroke count read two. A machine cannot lie.
I didn't say that.
I'm sorry, Philippe darling. But you've got to find it.
Inspector Charas.
I'm... I'm just not ready to take it all in. It's... it's all so quick.
- But I've got to talk to her. - I've sent a man. She'll be all right.
Oh, just a fly. I'd say it was a bluebottle. You know, quite a large one.
- Why do you say you killed Andre? Why? - It's all right, Francois.
What will I tell him? How does one tell a child?
Will the champagne be as good as ever?
But in a second experiment, a fly which I did not notice was in the disintegrator with me.
- Such a lovely lady. - Yes.
The white one. Only the white one.
Anything I can do?
Help! Help me!
Oh! Oh, Francois. I didn't hear you.
- And the writing on the blackboard? - I rubbed it out.
Please help me. Call the police and...
Yes.
Mummy told me about Daddy. Something she said to ask you.
I can't believe it.
- You're playing some joke on me. - Take television. What happens?
She acts as if the boy were mine and not hers.
- Oh? - I fetched up his tray about an hour ago.
- When's Daddy coming home? - Soon.
Oh, Francois, do something. Don't let him see me like this! Please!
- And we're finishing with crÍpes suzette. - What's all the celebration about?
- Is she insane, Doctor? - Helene could never have killed her husband.
- It'll be all right. - Andre, please!
I'm glad you're being honest with me. You see, at first I suspected you.