Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪♪ [ Ηumming ]
Well, go to bed. You've gotta go to work in the morning.
- W-W-What is that stuff? - Marvelous stuff.
- What? - [ Whispering Louder ] Kill me!
THERE'S ONLY ONE DYLE CONNECTED TO THIS AFFAIR.
- Who told you to do that? - You did.
On the other hand, if you suspect Tex it must be the other fella, Gideon. [ Chuckles ]
After promising you wouldn't.
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No, they won't. I won't let them.
[ Sneezes ]
Make up your mind, Mrs. Lampert. Now.
For every team, there is one orange. Una arancia.
Well, then, he's a truthful Whitefoot, of course.
- You can't. - There must be some way.
- Doing what? - I'm a simultaneous translator, like Sylvie.
You're not gonna like this, Mrs. Lampert.
I'm having a nervous breakdown.
- Did you find it? - No.
Quarter of a million dollars with no questions asked.
Don't tell me. Ya didn't know it was loaded.
Your government is counting on you.
I don't understand.
Better lock the door after me.
[ Chuckles ]
Reggie! The stamps! Where are they? Reggie! Wait!
It’s our money, and we want it back.
I know. I'm sorry.
- Now stop that nonsense. - Stop bullying me. Everybody's bullying me.
- There's something I'd like to explain. - Never mind. I'll go by myself.
if you'd, uh, wiggle on over to Room 46 and chew the fat for a spell.
- Evidently we're the floor show. Come on. - You and me?
- Okay, we'll do it again. - I've been into it at least once a day.
- ♪♪ [ Continues ] - You don't look so bad in this light.
- Gideon? - Possibly.
A man? Oh, no, Jean-Louis. Who? Where?
That's why I had to kill them, all four of them.
- Oh, you should see your face. - What's the matter with it?
He's after the money.
- Are you in the book? - Well, Charles is.
Come in.
- [ Giggling ] - Ηere's the label.
How can I? You lied to me just the way Charles did.
- But I saw it. - No, that's not Carson Dyle.
As I said, Mrs. Lampert, I'm afraid you're in a great deal of danger.
[ Chattering In French ]
She says she's trapped in a metro station and someone's trying to kill her.
- Carson Dyle was dead. - Yes. Carson Dyle was dead.
Good-bye, Sylvie, and thanks.
Look out. Didn't want you to bump your head.
What's so depressing about that?
Have you ever, in your entire life, seen anything so beautifuI?
- If we keep it, we'll be breaking the law. - Nonsense. We didn't steal it.
Just a minute. Go on, take it.
That's impossible, Mrs. Lampert.
The most valuable stamp in the world.
This nose tells me when you are lying.
Your appointment has been changed.
- You're the nut. - Nut-proof.
Yes, you told me.
Jean-Louis.
[ Screams ]
followed him when he tried to run out again, cornered him on the train...
Up there. It’s up there.
- So that was it. - Yes.
- Oh, come on, open the door. - This is a ludicrous situation.
trying to run a bureau of overworked men with underallocated...
I'm still having trouble with English.
I'll be right there.
- Who? - Women.
That's right, Mrs. Lampert. That's right.
I've got liverwurst, liverwurst, chicken and liverwurst.
How often do you go through this little ritual?
- ♪♪ [ Ends ] - [ Applause ]
- Are you still there, Mr. Bartholomew? - Yes, yes, Mrs. Lampert.
I can't explain. It’s just that I'm too miserable to go on any longer like this.
In fact, I don't even see any point in your changing hotels.