Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ludwig?
-Oh, my God. It's a-- -Company credit card.
-It's about the house. -Oh, Margaret, for the love of God--
I'd say we handled that one pretty well, huh?
Quiet. Very, very quiet.
No, thanks. I'm scared of needles.
For the love of God.
...that's extraordinarily upsetting or traumatic...
Let's get out of here.
I know. Isn't it great?
Thank you all for coming.
But if it wasn't Mrs. Renborn and it wasn't me....
...and Herbert Viola has been here for two and a half months...
I don't think he hears you.
-You're scared, aren't you? -Of what?
Where did that "you" come from?
-Black gold? -Texas tea?
I said I don't have a company credit card.
Guess so.
He forced himself on her, she tried to get away...
In fact, she's tried to make contact on several occasions.
Emily?
Everything's over. We're on to your little scheme.
Out? Go? Get? Leave?
The window.
Tell her? This is a serious moment between two loving people.
"After the brutal attack...
...but I didn't realize it was so severe.
Did you lose the key to the men's room?
...and endangered the professional integrity of this agency.
...and he's doing casework.
-I don't think that will do it. -What are you talking about?
...for two and a half months.
Agnes, there's been some misunderstanding.
Blue Moon Detective Agency.
You compliment me on my wardrobe.
All this talk about ghoulies and ghosties...
Herbert?
...she saw something extraordinarily traumatic.
I put five years of hard work and loyalty into this company.
This is just a-- Just a building, made of plaster and wood.
...you go back to bed.
The white hair.