Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What a break.
Do exactly as I say.
Oh, I wouldn't do that, sir.
As I scarcely need tell you, Mrs. Cooper, we have grave fears tonight.
They must be eliminated.
Oh, that must be your twin brother, Harry, at the secret entrance.
Where's Mrs. Cooper now?
- The bonny baubles are in the bag. - Well done, lassies.
Holy fratricide.
Who the heck were they?
Let these people through.
The great Chandell could play no more prettily than you will.
Doubtless your brief excursion into the wilderness has sharpened your mind.
Get home? Uh, Mr. Wayne is away?
Just before the end of "Danse Arabe" he struck a C-minor chord...
Precisely, Chief O'Hara.
Holy impossibility.
Momo Jaja
The felons were a trio of female phantoms, apparently Burmese dancing girls.