Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It shouldn't have been. Unless they legalized bigamy overnight.
He must be very desperate to try to involve me.
I'm afraid where I go, Hennessy goes.
Don't rock the boat!
We got use for you later.
Come see us again sometime.
Yes, I want to get this thing over with.
I'd like to see him earn his salary.
Oh come on, you're not gay, not really You've just not met the right lady yet
You better win at Southampton. I got 2 bucks on you.
I didn't. They sometimes leave a suspect in the can all night.
What?
Now, just stay put till I get back.
...but don't drag it in here.
May I borrow your neck for a moment?
- Let's get him out of here. - Bring him into the study.
- Who would believe you? - I'm warning you.
Routine. Pure routine.
Well, now, Miss Morton, it's very nice of you to call...
Besides, what would the president say?
- Worst he could do is tell me to take... - No, look, mister.
Hey, Miriam!
- The Tunnel of Love? Come on! - Yeah. Great. Come on.
Guy Haines is hitting harder, hurrying the play...
Keep your eyes open. If you see him, let us know.
Marrying the senator's daughter has nothing to do with it.
You didn't meet him for the first time the other day, did you?
He's awfully cute.
- I've brought you a little present. - What do you mean?
But you knew he was on the train. Isn't that proof you were on it too?
I'm sorry.
You're not yourself, Guy. You're tired.
I'd like to talk with you sometime, sir...
I don't remember inviting him. Who is he?
Wanna hear one of my ideas for a perfect murder?
- Hurry! - Hey, wait a minute!
Yes.
But why me, Anne? Why me?
But then he doesn't trust anybody, not even himself.
Excuse me.
Oh. Oh, they gave me a present.
Yes, I am. Ask me anything. I got the answer.
On the other hand, Guy Haines is a quiet, methodical player...
Weren't they, Daddy?
Guy!
- How are you? - Delightful to see you, Barbara.
Me, I never do anything. I suppose you're going to Southampton for the doubles.
Nice meeting you.
- Yes. - That's what's in his mind now.
I hardly know him, sir.
But you made such a sudden decision.
- What's this all about, Haines? - He has my lighter.
You're the one who's in a hurry, aren't you?
I kept remembering what you shouted on the phone from Metcalf.
I said, I'd like to break her foul, useless little neck.
Thanks. I think I will.
Have you ever driven a car blindfolded at 150 miles an hour?
You smile when your picture's taken for the newspaper.
- Down here? - Yes, get that grating up right away.
- Come on. - Okay.
He pulls those things out of his hat.
You shouldn't have done that, Guy.
And I'm going to make a reservation on the first rocket to the moon.
With Forest Hills tomorrow, I've got to sleep.
- Park these in a lucky spot, will you? - Sure thing.
Listen. It's so simple too.
- What is it? - My telephone.
My father.
Come see my painting.
That's all right, forget it. I guess I'm a little jittery.
My father isn't home tonight, Mr. Haines.
- Cigarette? - No, thanks. I don't smoke much.
Fault.
40-15.
Hi, darling. This is Mr. Anthony, a friend of Monsieur and Madame Darville.
Don't just stand here, do something!
Don't be alarmed, but I must talk to you about your son, about Bruno.
Let's go see who's the strongest.