Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're back.
Are you gonna get it now.
Look, I admit. You were right. The babe belongs in a bin.
But you, me darling, you have."
-Actually, it was the name. -Swallow me Lucky Charms.
It's just not right, me taking money from you. That's why.
You have no poetry. Fairy tales are poetry. Fantasy is poetry.
If we don't do it, somebody else will.
That's not a rainbow. It's a bridge.
She's from something. Some place, a culture.
...we must never stop believing.
Yep. We just helped that woman uncover a hot pot of gold.
A lady is being pursued.
-I'm not having any. -No lunch, no TV tonight.
Work on the hair. Work on the wardrobe.
-What do you wanna do? -We gotta do something.
-Fine, don't be party to this. -Don't worry.
Night, huh? Mine too.
I don't know. Detective, maybe?
You don't wanna take this case?
It's beautiful, isn't it?
I'm a capitalist.
Ms. Kilpatrick, make yourself comfortable in the living room, please.
But, you know, here in America, we don't do that.
"Abracadabra The guy's a cadaver"?
I don't know. We never knew him.
Gee, that makes sense.
And on it he wrote, "It has your name on it, me little leprechaun."
Hey, come here. Where you going?
Yeah. Okay.
-I don't want anybody else to. -Not fine.
Maybe it isn't about cholesterol. Maybe the rash of heart attacks...
How convenient.
How did you happen to pick Blue Moon Detective Agency?
...believing isn't about thinking. It's about feeling.
-Did we give him the slip? -Quiet. He mustn't hear.
-Sometimes it's scary how smart I am. -How what you are?
But somebody really is chasing her. We can't turn our backs on her now.
Thank you both for everything.
-Capture me. -What?
Isn't she beautiful?
Actually, it's a pretty good summation.
Every Sunday, we would have a picnic in the pasture of Dunsmeadere.
I do not dig holes. I know how that sounds. It's not what I mean.
She feels safe, Maddie. She knows we'll protect her.