Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Believe it, because this is it.

The pantyhose'll get wet, loosen up, we'll be out.

I'm the only one taking a bath around here.

You're in a jam.

Well, pretend you went to the beach and somebody played a joke on you.

I'm not doing this just for myself.

No. You're right. No reason the company should pick up the check...

Would you mind not smoking that thing in my house?

-Aren't you gonna take it with you? -It's a coroner's case. We gotta roll.

-You pay people to do this. -This is no time to think of pleasure.

You know, you could turn out to be the next Honey West.

I heard something.

How does he do it? Go home, study?

Yeah, we got the plans.

Come on. You and I know there was nothing wrong with that chair.

Oh, I never win anything.

-You should be jumping for joy. -What about my silk dress?

It looks so still.

That's a good idea.

Watch my face on this.

Do it yourself, wiener. Ain't you got fingers?

Harry's dead and I can't stop thinking about the damn money.

Hey, howdy, pops. Listen, you wanna help us out of here?

So we each kept half.

-Denying their constitutional right. -Don't be ridiculous.

It had the Grim Reaper's cooties on it.

-Good idea, will you unzip me? -Will you unzip me?

Old Harry was light-fingered?

-Lets go. -Wait a minute.

Those euphemisms sound so made up, make it sound like it means something.

-What day is it? -Tuesday.

...or a plot point that had to be resolved.