Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Till I'm satisfied, Mr. Boswell.
Oh, for God's sakes. [Doorbell Chiming]
Not necessarily.
Spencer.
Yes! What about Denton's death? Isn't it a little strange...
Morgana, you're not a bad woman.
Isn't that understandable, with a murderer on the loose?
Spencer, why don't you sit down and be quiet?
Why don't you go ahead? It can't be much fun poking along with an old fellow like me.
A wonder she got home in one piece.
And there are drugs that leave no trace.
Oh, but an infamous rider, I'm afraid.
Which means that the killer had to be someone in this house. I knew it.
Well, l... I'd better see if she's all right.
Be careful.
Oh, don't be absurd. You men aren't killers.
Whoa! Damn it!
That damned dog has got to be put down!
He's a notorious liar. Oh, I gathered that.
Bicycle clip. Plain, ordinary bicycle clip
Abby, tell me about this man Potts.
You're wasting your breath.
Jessica, my old drinking buddy, Tom Cassidy. Well...
Now, you've already locked up Teddy here.
And I think that his scheme against Teddy...
Come along, Anthony.
Remember that old shotgun you always liked?
Oh, uh, part of my presentation, sir.
But who was it?
Why did she do it? For the millions that she couldn't wait to inherit.
Her Gemini is in the ascendant. Your Capricorn is at a very low ebb.
The murderer must have trained him to scratch on the door of the security room every night.
Go on. Tell them, Jessica. Abby!
Am I supposed to be frightened by that?
By the way, this is all legal as hell,
[Chuckles] I can't get used to a client who doesn't talk.
If that's an accusation, Boswell, be rather careful, because I know a thing or two about slander laws.
[Chainsaw Blaring]
Ah, thank you. [Clicks Tongue]