Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We were gonna send out a search party. - No.

Oh, hardly kissing.

It's not love. It's my coffee machine.

I won't count on you anymore.

Charlie Parker ?

What happened to your face ?

What can you do, eh ? You should see my other friends.

It's Signor Greenleaf ! Presto, presto !

- We were at Princeton together. - Okay.

There's female intuition...then there are facts

Oh ! Excuse me.

you let me know, 'cause I'll do it.

- [Resumes] - because it's dark...

Just to say good-bye properly, you know, in the daylight,

[Footsteps Receding]

It's where the police were. The Palazzo Gioia.

So, uh, did they put your cases in the wrong pile ?

Just these cryptic notes, you know ?

Meredith. What's her name, Marge ? The textile people.

He's thinking of moving to Rome. [ Sniffles ]

- Thank you. - Sir. You're gonna have a great trip.

- May I - What are you doing ?

- Here. I'll take it. - Thanks.

That day when he was late coming back from Rome,

- Shut up ! - [ Gasping ]

The thing with Dickie--

- What canyon do ? - [ Italian ]

[ Italian Continues ]

- Can we come in ? - Please.

When a girl drowns herself,

the only suspect in Freddieís murder.

I was sure we'd met before. Weren't you, Ted ?

The truth is that if youíve had money your entire life,

That's pain. That's secret pain.

She was pregnant. Did you know that ?

Hey Felt - where’s the insider buying?

You are right. A coincidence.

So I'll see you in the morning, Marge ?

they always play at killing each other ?

- Arrivederci. - Arrivederci. Oops !

- I know. - Yes, I think we have.

Now I can't think what to do or where to go.

he feels like quite the grownup.

Well, Freddie said you were a rat.

Come get him ! Come get him !

[ Strikes Random Keys ]

Okay. When you take over, which is never, I'll accept.

How can l, in all decency.

You're so white.

Marge has been telling us about the rings.

[Peter] Of course it is. Meredith, hello. Sorry.

Dickie ? Do you-- Do you-- Do you know Dickie ?

the night before he left, we--

I don't remember him.

[ Sighs ] Well, how-how-how would you know that ?

I came out to find you.

Oh, Tom, I love you. See ?

Are you traveling under R ?

I really don't want to see anybody.

he was planning on doing something, uh, to himself.

I'll try my best, sir. Obviously, I'll do anything to help Dickie.

I'm prepared to take the blame.

Marge, what a man may say to his sweetheart...

A lot of ladies. Ooh.

I know there's something.

[Marge] Oh, I hated New York. That whole Park Avenue crowd.

[Marge] Did you suddenly forget where I lived?

No. Youíre just so drunk. Oh. Youíre just--

- Dinner tonight... - Dinner tonight...

The Rome police didn't think to ask Mr. Greenleaf.

Iíve gotten to like everything about the way you live.

I could get a job, or, better still,

- Tom. Hello. - Hi.

- Ditto. - No-No glasses.

No, don't get up. Don't get up. Don't get up.

- I think I've broken a strap. - Not guilty.

a single word you've said. [ Gasping, Shuddering ]

we could be there, and when we're here, we could be here.

[ Woman ] Pronto ?

November, I thought. Was it ?

Oh, I'll come down.

Let me put some clothes on and we'll talk about this.

Little Ciquencento with my dad's money ?

Was who Meredith ?

So many things.

Heís being thorough. Iím learning about my son, Tom.

Embossed. Of course, Signor Greenleaf.

America's like a fog.

or a call or a little note or a--

[ Striking Keys ]

Is Freddie in Rome ?

[Phone Ringing]

[Freddie] God. A corduroy jacket in Italy.

Mr. Greenleaf is personal friends with the Cunard people.

But, of course, in my case, it's probably a whole building.

- I have. - You have, yes.

Mr. Greenleaf feels that there was a silent promise...

Dick is Herbert Greenleaf's boy.

I know. It's ridiculous.

Can you bear it ? We hear you are a friend of Freddie's.

- I don't think so. - Particularly with the Marge problem.

My father wants me back in New York.

[ Opera: Italian ]

Just to wake up every morning. I mean, how can you ?

Golly. Who's paying for this ?

I could fuck this icebox, I love it so much.

What does that mean ?

And I've lied...

and lock the door and never go in there ?

Oh, don't be sorry, no. I've never been happier.

Marge never could.

I think Ermalinda made up the bed. Ermalinda !