Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but I'm not sure a detective agency is what you need.
You tried to tell me not to get in over my head.
It was here in this room.
Please don't hurt me. I've seen all your pictures.
...0r you've misplaced your fortune, your phone's being tapped--
Well, thanks for listening anyway.
I've watched it happen.
And there were rumours of white slavery.
"Her"? Who her?
What would you call it, Dave?
It changes them in subtle ways. Sets them on edge.
Yeah, I'll bet he was.
What kind of ghost are you?
Now, who screamed?
Recovery can be extremely slow.
He's....
Oh, really? Then why did you kill your accomplice?
Go down to the basement and have a look at the fuse box.
...0f Blue Moon Detective Agency by coming here...
Mr. Renborn, I'm a doctor and I'm equally skeptical...
...had something of a past.
Agnes? You're holding on too tight.
-But not the first one. -What do you mean?
You do?
...my husband won't listen to someone who traffics in the supernatural...
Oh, no, we're very interested.
You have everything you need here.
We know all about the eventful evening.
We're not running a potato-sack race here.
-l get it. -You do?
-What are you doing here? -What are you doing here?
I think I got one here.
Thanks.
Excuse me, Agnes. Miss Hayes, Mr. Addison...
And then Miss Hayes thought it over...
Not if you were the last shamus in Sheboygan.
...their tortured screams attracting predators...
...was that he was available.
Dead.
-Agnes, let me help you. -Help me what?
What do you want me to type?
Downstairs, in the library, during the séance.
But just tell her that the Blue Moon Detective Agency stopped by.
Miss DiPesto, Mr. Viola, we just got a check for $2500...
But reality is subjective.
-Really. -Really.
...which your sister has consumed more than her share for one evening.