Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You must go through a lot of pots. -Thank you, Ms. DiPesto.

Wonder who she really is. What she's really about.

Well, then. What do you do with your gold?

-She's not. -Excuse me?

-Oh, my goodness. -They never found him or the gold.

Kathleen and I stayed up most of the night talking.

I'm being pessimistic. This situation is much brighter than I'm painting it.

-Let's all talk. -Why don't you and I talk?

-Oh, but they are. -Oh, but they are not.

-AMFL? -"Another Mother For Lease."

Well, I managed to get away without him seeing me.

I don't know why we work together. We have nothing in common.

Wait a second. Get on line.

You know, he's right. I must give him the suitcases.

Ms. Kilpatrick, I think it's time the two of us had a little....

You can't let a person go through life casting spells and granting wishes...

Oh, I heard of him. That's the guy who duked it out with Godzilla, right?

Are you saying that you actually think leprechauns exist?

Now, look. It's late.

So you see, I'm really quite happy.

"Very few people are chosen to have the magic.

Kathleen Kilpatrick!

Don't you listen to a word he said.

He's after my pot of gold.