Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was 55 years old.
I don't want to be always worrying that the people I get close to...
I couldn't. I wouldn't know what to ask for.
Flight 417 to Dublin, final boarding to gate 52B.
Well, if it was stolen, we'd return it.
-...and grey complexion? -He must've followed her.
Excuse me. Mr. Addison, Ms. Hayes, there's a client waiting to see you.
Wait a second, wait a second. Question from the balcony.
How leprechauns are the guardians of all that's good, decent and honest.
Move slow
Flemish, 17th century, master of the baroque style.
...we offer all our clients seeking security for their pots of gold.
May all the unblessed spirits Of the night run wild
Tender Vittles. No doubt about it.
How are we gonna get past security?
I mean, I know she's dingy. But such a wonderful...
-He is not gonna spot us. -He's gonna spot us.
Kathleen.
How do I know she didn't run away from an institution?
-I have to tell you what I think. -No, no, it's not what you think.
Hello, I'm Madelyn Hayes...
Oh, I hate this. I hate this. What are you? What are you?
Hiding. You see, it's daytime. And in the daytime...
-...but I like to look at naked women. I'm sure.
I do not dig holes. I do not sing profane songs.
No. It's simple, really.
-What's that? -Epilogue.
From jail? How do I know she's not wanted for murder?
...tirying to get them to understand something that they can't see.
...fat mamas with major maracas.
Ich am of Irlonde
It's funny. For someone who only got four hours' sleep...
Well.
-What case? -What case? That case.
Of course. Ms. Kilpatrick--
-There you go. -If you look at the facts...
Says she's trying to protect her pot of gold. We say prove it, and she does.
There it be! That's it!
-He is not gonna spot us. -He is.
He's there and I'm telling you, he'll be wanting me pot of gold.
Ms. Hayes! Mr. Addison!
You best leave.
And it was then that he would talk to me about me gift.
No.
The other two men went to prison. One, Michael McBride, died five years ago.
I know I'm intrigued.
I'm possessed. I can't get this notion out of my mind.
Are you gonna become a nun or...?
This won't work. He'll spot us.
Because they nag.
...I figure the rest of that gold belonged to me.
Mr. Addison.
Look, I'm going. Okay?
Why, at the end of the rainbow, of course.
Listen, that woman does not need a detective.
Let's just suppose that we don't find the rainbow. Or we find the rainbow...
Smoked, climbed four flights of stairs, and was 70 pounds overweight.