Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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