Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Actually, I'm in new accounts at the merchant's bank.

I don't give up so easily.

Spying's a dangerous business.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

All right, girls, now turn.

Only time they go swimming is underwater to blow up something.

I am thinking of that poor pain rack girl.

Mr. Drysdale, are they a couple of secret agents?

Well, why don't you step inside and make yourself comfortable, and I'll join you directly.

Well, I bet if you followed them, you'd find that she doesn't work in his bank at all.

This here is my bulletproof shield.

Don't try nothing unless you want to get this iron hat skimmed at you.

I ain't got no iron hat.

He's got a pretty near $50 million in Mr. Drysdale's bank.

You mean you forgot again?

But I just broke my leg yesterday.

Oh, Jethro, hello.

Heck, fire, I ain't hardly won myself yet.

Heck fire, that rascal hauls off and saves whole countries.

Oh, yeah, go ahead.

Where'd you find her, the Foley-Begere?