Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know you have-- We know you have legs, Agnes.
-Someone will hear you. -Let them hear.
Party. We really should be getting back, you know.
My sister, Emily, I wish you could speak to her.
Oh, yes. Well, in a general way.
...becoming trapped in pools of thick tar...
-We know. -I should fire you.
It's nothing. Never mind.
Peace of mind gives way to suspicion and anxiety.
...she wanted to go to the police.
-Come in. -Come in.
What's the matter?
You made me lose a call.
This is absurd. We do not need a detective.
Emily.
-A bootlegger, huh? -Among other things.
And-- And I....
...thanking me for the good work my associates...
I guess I'd better get back to doing all those things I do so well.
-Please, Jake. -I've had it up to here with this thing.
Journal entry two:
It was...fact gathering.
-Do tell. -Yeah.
The tar that once felled the mighty mastodon...
Ludwig.
No. I'm Dr. Beddows, the family physician.
Get her some water.
-They cash checks written in crayon? -It came with a letter...
-Miss Hayes-- --Mr. Addison and me.
Every time you want me to type something, you do this.
Perfect. Just what we needed.
I'm sorry the evening's come to such an abrupt end.
-What is all this? -The Gunderson case.
Lovely. So very lovely.
-Velma? -Velma?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
But whatever you believe, she's in this house.
Full-fledged. Full-time, as of the new year.