Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was throwing snowballs at Baron Rothschild.
That's the receipt Grandpierre gave me for Charles's things.
- How? - By burying it...
It’s a direct line to both my office -
Tex wrote the word "Dyle" before he died.
Don't you dare be civil with me after leading me on like this.
The man I had the fight with, lady. Dyle. That's his name.
- What's she saying now? - That she's innocent.
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Hmm.
Well, in this highly competitive world...
- Were you followed? - Yes, by Dyle. But I lost him.
Didn't you telephone me to meet you on that corner over there?
It’s the house detective. Why don't you have a girl in there?
"Wearing this suit during washing...
Oh, I'm so hungry I could faint.
Reggie, I want those stamps!
Can you remember anything in it at all?
[ Nail Clippers Clicking ]
Everything.
Impossible.
Uh, w-w-wait a minute.
How about getting out of here? Come on, child. Out.
You nincompoop!
This may be what we're looking for.
We thought perhaps we would learn something.
Did you ever hear the story of the boy who cried wolf?
One toothbrush.
- About how wealthy, would you say? - I don't know.
May I have a sandwich, please?
He's hiding something from me, Sylvie -
Me after quarantine Let’s go somewhere crowded. I feel like a lot of people.
Not much, is it?
- Go to bed. I'll let you know when I've found him. - You're gonna go looking for him now?
So you can kill me, too? Tex is dead. Ηe wrote "Dyle" on the carpet.
- All right, Mrs. Voss - - Please stop calling me that.
How do you shave in there?
I'm not a lady of leisure anymore, you know.
- Oh, neither do I. - You don't?
Shoot, no. Not after all these years.
It’s all right, gentlemen. Carry on.
- Who said? - That's what I'm not supposed to say.
Let's see. Do you know the center garden at the Palais Royale?
You know what I mean. The envelope with the stamps on it.
but that doesn't mean I'm ready for French traditional.
It'll cost more than that for them to fix their bookkeeping. As a taxpayer -
- Only we call them agents. - "We"? You mean you -
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Adam!
Carson Dyle was dead, but Scobie was able to travel. So -
He -
Suivez ce taxi.
If Charles had died in bed, we wouldn't even have him.
- I've enjoyed talking with you. - Now you're angry.
Mrs. Lampert, he wants the money for himself.
- You want some more? - Never mind that. Did you get the money?
The shower's in there.
Tell him I'm trapped in a phone booth right below him in the metro station.
- Now what are you doing? - Cutting it out.
for why would you invent such a ridiculous story?
Why couldn't you just look at his feet?
Wouldn't it be better if you did it in here?
I'm sorry. Mr. Bartholomew has left for the day.
It was the stamps on the letter Charles had with him on the train.
helps protect its shape."
Now, the girl trusts me.
What are you doing in here?
- Won't you come in for a minute? - No, I won't.
Are you out of your mind or something? It’s 3:30 in the morning.
Look, my mama didn't raise no stupid children.
Okay.
[ Shouting ]
Wait.
And in his pajamas - the second one in his pajamas.
How about making me vice president in charge of cheering you up?
There are two teams, et pour chaque équipe, il y a une orange.
- Yes, I know, but this is all we've got left. - You're not kidding.
Could you give me one good reason why I should?
Sure. How do you think I got here?
and you fell for it like an egg from a tall chicken.
Wonderful. Do you realize you've had three names in the past two days?
- Vanille et chocolat, s'il vous plait. - Why do you think Tex did it?
Bartholomew.
- The tooth powder. - What about it?
You know something? You may be right.
Would you do anything like that?
Do anything funny or try to talk to anyone and I'll kill you, Dyle.
Do you understand French? Not a word.
Seems to be growin' and growin' every day. Well, I ain't disappearin' till I get it.
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Of all the mean...
My mother. She lives in Detroit.
No, thank you.
They left me there with five of them in my legs and my stomach.
- Look for it. I'm quite sure you'll find it. - But -
- Which view would you prefer? - The one you're blocking.
[ Phone Buzzing ]
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That's all I ask of anybody: the simpIe truth.
If you'd let us known you was goin' to her room...
Oh, I can see that. They're batting each other over the head.
- I tell you, he's Carson Dyle. - Now, you're not gonna believe him.
- Do you tell lies? - [ Phone Buzzing ]
- Quitter. - Uh, what?