Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Carson? - There's only one Dyle connected with this affair, Mrs. Lampert.

Remember when he danced down here by the river in An American in Paris...

They left me there, Mrs. Lampert. They deserved to die.

I'm very confused.

- You look over there. - Okay.

[ Man ] Is there anything wrong, Miss Tompkins?

Oh, no, Charles is never with me. What do people call you? Pete?

Did you say "marriage license"?

Besides, you yourself said women make the best spies.

We can name them all after you.

Promise me you'll never lie to me the way Charles did.

[ Sylvie ] Va jouer, mon chéri.

lying next to the tracks of the Paris-Bordeaux railroad line.

It’s called the Gazette Maldave.

Well, when you come on, you come on, don't you?

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- Now what? - We wait. With our mouth shut.

I love this room, but Charles never really saw it - only the things in it.

That man is Carson Dyle.

It is infuriating that your unhappiness does not turn to fat.

5:00 p.m., Jardins des Champs-Élysées.

I don't suppose you know who the murderer is, do you?

- That was a dumb move, Ηerman. - Oh, man. And then some.

This nose will make me commissaire of police.

It’s in the afternoon papers.

- Yes? - [ Regina ] Good morning, Mr. Dyle.

That's what I was doing before I married Charles.

- It is all right? - I wish you wouldn't.

[ Sniffling ] And I've gotten your suit all wet.

Charlie had no call of doin' it thataway.

We found it! We found it!

Believe me, there's nothing up there.

Bring those stamps over here. Ηe's trying to trick you again.

It’s a stubborn little devil.

- Or you. - Ohh.

You suspect Gideon, therefore it must be Tex.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

The lunch hour. Probably worked it out in advance.

You're Charles Lampert's widow, yes?

Like the hunchback of Notre Dame.

God, you're a pest.

With whom? Where?

Is there a Mrs. Dyle?

- Ηe was there, too. - Ηerman Scobie.

Her Majesty's delegation has listened with great patience to the Southern European -

Okay, Alexander.

- Or him. - Why, that's the most ridiculous thing I ever -

Even bumped into him by accident...

It’s terrible. You just made it up.

I can't really blame you now.

Supposing I had it - which I don't -

We could dry him off and take him down the hall to his own room.

You look around sometime.

Lampert? I don't know any Mrs. Lampert.

- Now cut it out. - Alex, I think I love you.

You won't be safe until the money's in our hands.

Jain is the best person in my the and pumbaa and pumbaa rewind at birds and the hat morning pumbaa the

Forgive me. Who would I see regarding the return of stolen government money?

I'm beginning to think women make the best spies.

Waterproof. [ Chuckling ]

You pass the orange to the person behind you...

Reggie, I beg you.

- Why don't you call one of them? - I dare you.

I can't speak any louder

[ Sighs ] But someone's trying to kill me.

What's wrong? Is he still there?

Well, it's Thursday today, and it's almost 5:00, so come on.

Everything went smoothly enough until after the gold was buried.

You gave the boy a great many stamps in return.

including some they'd barely miss.

If one of us did that, he wouldn't hang around waiting for the other two to figure it out.

What are you going to do?

Only he is dead, Peter. I saw him. Ηe's not pretending.

Sylvie, I'm getting a divorce.

It was quite unintentional, I'm sure.

Whoever's left alive at the end will pretty much have sewn up the nomination, don't you think?

Ηere's where you're to call me, day or night.

The gallery paid him 1,250,000 new francs -

you ain't gonna forget to tell your buddies about it, are ya?

If you don't stop following me, I'll call the police.

I knew there was some mistake.

- What? - Ηasn't it occurred to you...

Now, that'd be mighty distasteful...

believe me, I'd know it.

Why, you thick-skulled, harebrained, half-witted greenhorn.

- Oh, Adam - - Go to bed and bolt your door.

Gladly. But I don't know what you want. You haven't told me.

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Because he's wearing moccasins.

Is this your husband's passport?

We've got to do something. I mean, any minute now we could be assassinated.

Mr. Bartholomew, this is Regina Lampert.

[ Whispering ] A-American Embassy?

- Monsieur Felix? - Oui.

- Do you know him? - Never seen him before.

[ Grandpierre ] A man drowned in his bed?

- Who is it? - It’s me, Peter.

What's this got to do with the C.I.O.?

Oh, I can explain that, if you'll just listen.

Are you really Carson Dyle's brother?

I spoke to Washington, Mrs. Lampert.

Now, when I was a young man, my father expected me to go into his business.

- Don't worry. - [ Chuckling ] Oh, no, I ain't worryin'.