Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've just answered your own question, Mr. Viola.
It's not okay. You wasted a perfectly good poem.
But the bills come to my address. I pay them myself.
Thank you so much, the both of you, for listening.
...of paranormal phenomenon.
Herbert.
-Miss Di-- What's that? -DiPesto.
...for the last five years.
-Really? -Really?
-...and call yourself a private dick. -Oh, is that so?
Something like that.
-Penny, sir? -Wait a minute.
-Officer, I was playing detective-- -Agnes.
Please, don't leave me.
I always thought there'd be fireworks and bells going off.
They gave you a company credit card?
Oh, regrettably, I was unable to locate a spare in the pantry.
...why Cornwallis bit the big one at Yorktown:
Okay, Ludwig. Naptime's over.
...and then it'll all be over in just a couple of minutes.
Agnes?
Well, I guess I'll just get started first thing in the morning.
That's all well and good. But I've placed Ludwig under heavy sedation.
-How much does a lawyer cost? -What?
Yes. It's so sad. I've been treating Emily for quite some time...
And it's Viola.
That's my job. Where is it?
Ludwig? Wait up.
My goodness, I hope it wasn't something important.
Dead.
Thanks, Herbert.
See, I live in this big old house with my husband and my sister Emily.
-Where are you going? -None of your beeswax.
-So couldn't this wait until morning? -Wait.
...who wants us to conserve electricity.