Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In a way, in a way.

Well, I think they should attack

In the central london area.

dunkirk, dark days of the war, backs to the wall

Mowing them down with machine guns.

Look, for all I know, sir, you could've bought these in london

The label says zurich, sir.

No, just the watches.

So they can kill people carrying more than 200 cigarettes.

Of tonight's romantic movie.

Oh, good, that'll be the vet, dear.

Absence of interest in its ambiance--

I burgle people.

That you never do it again.

Uh, I'm terribly sorry.

Anyway, we shall know any minute now.

You couldn't smuggle a piece of grease-proofed paper

But there we are, it's no use crying over spilt milk.

Anything to declare?

No watches, cameras, radio sets?

I'm sorry, I'm confused.

If I let you in, you'll sell me encyclopedias.

Well, I don't know.

Well, I don't know.

Muscles pulling against muscles, the natural way.

What are you after?

You name it, I've smuggled it.

Poor fellow, I think he needs help.

as a prolific letter writer

I beg your pardon?

Well, what have you got?

But there's no law against that, is there?

But I would like to assure you