Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The day he goes, honey, so do you.

Everyone would connect the murder with the attempt on Teddy.

Somebody deeply in debt...

Well, we simply have no proof one way or the other.

[Chuckling] Oh.

Now, I believe that the call was the same one that Mr. Barnes heard.

Ah, you already asked me that once, ma'am.

You didn't actually think you could get away with drugging Teddy and having that man fake an injury?

Well, how about a toast for later?

You're not my employer... either of you.

Bicycle clip. Plain, ordinary bicycle clip.

Come in out of your fantasy world and face your problems,

Tom, what's it like managing a dog's finances?

[Jessica] The bandage. I thought so.

I guess he just got carried away with the excitement, Ms. - -

Tell him I'm tied up, please.

Fact is, we found it down near the driveway.

Now, the Sheriff has Spencer's confession.

Sure needs a lady's touch. It is Will, isn't it?

to command Teddy to push the button.

Teddy is! Only Marcus Boswell can fire me.

- Do you own a bicycle? - Yes, I do. So do lots of other people.

[Tom] Found the horse yet? He's halfway to the next county by now,

Well, let's get down to business.

[Crickets Chirping]

I hope I don't sound too much like a schoolteacher.

Please, Mrs. Fletcher.

Even Teddy's sensitive ears couldn't hear it this time.

Mrs. Fletcher, I have little use for theories, private or otherwise.

I wish you'd stop calling yourself old.

three owls were seen in a black oak tree.

[Doorbell Chiming]

That's ridiculous. Yes, of course it's ridiculous,

[Sighs] Ladies, never, never...

Is there something stirring underneath that unique haircut of yours?

It was a safe disguise.

Oh, well, this old gray looks just about my speed.

Potts, stop acting like a damned hillbilly.

[Chuckling] Back again. Just like clockwork.

A quiet meeting that night, a few drinks, some promises, a blow on the head...