Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What? I've kept nothing from you. -And we believe you.
I'm positive, certain. Positively certain, certainly positive...
Should've known. When she said a client walked in off the streets...
Something you won't believe.
-I don't believe it. -Yeah.
And you're up. What luck. Need help.
Obviously, nobody's following us. Just humour her till she's on the plane.
I don't know what to think.
Okay, all right.
You think I'm crazy, don't you, Mr. Addison?
Oh, so that's what this is about.
For the sainte charitee
I was trying to figure out where to go when I came up with the idea for AMFL.
It's simply God's plan. There are hole-diggers and non-hole diggers.
How can she know that when I don't?
May all the unblessed spirits Of the night run wild
I'm sorry, but I kind of doubt that.
Good. Good.
Wait a second, wait a second.
I warned you.
It's just that my style of poetry differs from your basic hobnob snob variety.
What's that mean?
If we had known, we could've lent her some spit.
-I've known that for months. -Could you let us in, please?
-Excuse me? -Three wishes. Anything you want.
Date outside your fairy tale.
-What? -Liked women well-packed.
"Nudes."
Up there.
Hear the wail of the banshee
-Oh, really? -Yes, really.
Someone who hadn't raised you, who couldn't make you feel guilty.
-What does that mean? -Somebody is chasing her.
Well, whatever it's about...
-Kind of flattering. -Flattering?
-Karate? -No, more like early Diana Ross.
I'm skipping lunch. I'm going to the museum.
-Thank you. -That's it?
Okay. The missus and I decided to trade the key for what's in the locker.
But it's almost impossible to figure out what's going on without the truth.
-It's a crock. -You think so?