Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So sorry, Mrs. R. I hope I didn't startle anyone.

No. Nothing like that.

All manner of animals came to drink from nearby springs...

Let go. You're hurting me.

You're not the only one with potential around here, Mr. Smarty-Boots.

...if you don't leave my doorstep at once.

When the price comes back up.

To drive her crazy.

...it shuts down, cutting itself off from reality.

-You're not? -You're not?

Miss DiPesto, that won't be necessary.

...at least part of the way back.

I've got about $53 in my checking account.

That's no problem. You got a penny?

I'm not leaving until I speak to your wife.

He killed Ludwig.

I need documented proof that that house is haunted.

Enough people have died already. Hand it over, Beddows.

Nice try, Beddows.

And she pulled me off what I was doing.

Who wants to go first?

-It won't. -You don't have to say anything else.

We're having it out with this Velma once and for all.

Well, the house has that effect on most people.

Not the kind of thing they let you xerox. I had to copy it all by hand.

I felt something. A presence.

I wish you could, but she's not well. She's in an asylum.

Believe me, we don't turn away business every day.

-We caught the murderer. -Everybody lived happily ever after.

You see, Emily's spoken to her.

Oh, just wait a second.

But Jake, my husband, he gives me a lot of speeches...

I thought I'd have to be doing five years of garbage work...

I think I have to go now.

-Are you sure? -They don't get any stiffer.

Of course, now she doesn't need one.

"Agnes, would you type something for me?"

-And you solved it? -Well, yes. I guess so.

You have to believe me. What I felt was absolutely real.

...who in turn suffered slow, agonizing deaths.

I resent you. I resent your being here.

Why are you whispering?

Herbert, I'm sure you have better things to do...

...of an old place like this can be very disquieting.

What was the plan then? Take over her affairs? Liquidate her assets?