Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

No. Nothing like that.

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

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

...at least part of the way back.

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

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

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

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

When the price comes back up.

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

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

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

Let go. You're hurting me.

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

To drive her crazy.

Nice try, Beddows.

I think I have to go now.

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

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

Who wants to go first?

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

Why are you whispering?

Well, the house has that effect on most people.

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

Miss DiPesto, that won't be necessary.

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

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

You see, Emily's spoken to her.

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

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

I felt something. A presence.

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

Of course, now she doesn't need one.

That's no problem. You got a penny?

And she pulled me off what I was doing.

Oh, just wait a second.

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

I resent you. I resent your being here.

He killed Ludwig.

"Agnes, would you type something for me?"

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

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

I need documented proof that that house is haunted.