Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Stop what? -That. Must you sing that song?
I'm not sure this country is the place for a leprechaun and a pot of gold.
Maybe there's a reward for returning the gold.
Kathleen, have you ever seen this pot of gold?
-Really, you think so? -It's a possibility.
Would you forget this money? Can't you see? That woman needs help.
-Please. -No, you please.
-Now give me the suitcase. -Addison!
You best leave or harm will come to you.
I know who it is. He paints naked girls.
As I told you, tomorrow I have to give up all my worldly pleasures...
The
-I don't even know who she is. -She's Kathleen Kilpatrick.
-Heave! -Go to ho.
-Rubens? -Rubens.
Where is she?
But it will be.
Couldn't you have just blinked it into the house?
And of the holy londe Of Irlonde
A ready-to-fill hole.
-...I don't think anybody's back there. -He's following us.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
We're private detectives. It's what we do.
Why? Why?
I no longer wish to be a leprechaun.
-Okay. All right. I see. -You don't. What are we doing here?
Skycap, will you give us a hand with this, please?
Not just where to go or what to eat, but skull-busters like:
Excuse me, I don't understand. What do you mean by your pot of gold?
Oh, I like the both of you.
That's it.
...it's taken me longer to get out of.
Can I at least know your name?
-How can you say that? -Watch carefully. "You have no poetry."
-Not everyone. -Everyone over the age of consent.