Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Either one of you got the room next to her?

- Ηe's with the C.I.A. I saw him at the embassy. - I tell you, he's Carson Dyle.

[ Birds Chirping ]

Well, maybe now he'll meet up with his other hand someplace.

I'll take that side. You poke around over here.

I left all my drip-dry dripping. Is that all right?

It’s a good place for making friends.

Why don't you confide in me and tell me what this is all about?

"My dear Regina, I hope you are enjoying your holiday.

He wants to arrest Judy for killing Punch.

I was afraid of that.

She batted all of them big eyes at you...

May I have a cigarette, please?

No, it isn't. I'm getting a divorce.

but I think they did it - Tex, Gideon, Scobie and your husband -

- Mine's Regina Lampert. - Is there a Mr. Lampert?

The Whitefeet always tell the truth, and the Blackfeet always lie.

Mr. Bartholomew, if I had a quarter of a million dollars...

Well, you know I'd tell you if I had it.

- [ Laughs ] - I guess you don't either. Here, give me that.

- I'm afraid we want it back. - But I don't have it.

I found it! I found it! I found it!

- Ηe said he'd never seen any like them. - I'm glad.

Don't worry. I've arranged to take the room next door to you.

What do you mean?

I'm a dead man. Look at me.

I can't call you that anymore, can I?

It’s there every Thursday afternoon.

But that left me without any honest means of support.

And Adam did it. He killed them all.

Recommending that embassy offices be kept locked during the lunch hour.

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and my distinguished colleague from Italy.

- Oh, are you on? - No, it's all right. What's wrong, Adam?

- What's going on? - Fun and games.

Whoever it is has to wait here pretending to look for the money...

The sight of all that money being given away might make me break out.

Dyle, pIease. D-Y-L-E.

but how was I to know he was as big a liar as you are?

held on March 22 -

Yes, it was a dumb move, Ηerman. What is the matter with you?

- It’s a start, anyway. - Oh.

- I'm not bullying you. - Yes, you were. You said it was nonsense.

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- What? - Someone who wasn't in that photograph you showed me today.

Well, that's not exactly the term I'd have chosen...

No sirree, Bob.

- A man tried to kill me! - What?

Voss. Charles Voss.

- There's no law against stealing stolen money. - Of course there is.

Room 217, second floor, Mr. Cruikshank.

Lock the door, and don't let anyone in except me.

I had a good man - a really excellent man on the Rue Ponthieu...

- What? - Does it hurt?

Then how do I know this is your office?

Mille pardons, madame.

No cat and mouse. You've got me. What do you want to know?

No, everything's here. The police have kindly provided us with a list.

and I'm not likely to miss at this range.

What, assassinate someone?

Yes, but we're divorced.

- Never mind. - [ Buzzing Continues ]

Why do people have to tell lies?

You're in an ideal position. He trusts you.

I have always suspected that the blade coming down...

So you'll be all right.

[ Peter ] Oh, I telephoned but nobody answered.

I would bury it in the garden.

The game is over, Mrs. Lampert.

When you start to eat like this, something is the matter.

It doesn't belong to you. You do know that, don't you?

They've got Jean-Louis.

Scott, Cathy and Ham, Jr.

I'm very sorry.