Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, it has gotten messy.
Thank God, there's a doctor in the house. Ludwig is dead.
Ladies first.
-What happened? -You fainted.
Sounds like this conversation is over.
I made Mrs. Renborn go out into the hall.
I didn't mean to startle you, but I'm here to see Mrs. Renborn.
The white wig. That's Emily.
And when Miss Hayes asked you to handle the McPheny case...
But how'd you make the lights go out?
-Horning in? I'm just trying to-- -Leave.
Is there something I can help you with?
This is where I wanna be.
While I do not condone what you did, I can't help but admire your initiative.
-You're taking that case. -Don't know what you're talking about.
Our plate is full.
Case? What case? What's going on here?
So, what I think I'll do is go to a library.
...a thorough knowledge of the scientific method...
Ludwig, my good man, you are about to find out...
And I've never asked for a raise over cost of living.
We'll only be a minute. I'd have more sedatives ready if I were you.
And thank you for thinking of Blue Moon.
Even when Jake is sitting right there in the same room...
Me? Scream? Do I look like a screamer?
...about logical explanations.
A few cc's of this will calm you right down.
No. I never met her. But sister has.
Not the building.
Young lady, my wife is not interested in buying or subscribing to anything.
Butt the hell out of my life!
Well, it's gonna sound a bit crazy, I'm afraid.
-...a company credit card. -I don't have one.
-You're competing with me! -No, Herbert. I'm ignoring you.
If I can't convince him to leave this house...
I ain't afraid of no ghosts.
I know this isn't a typical case.
Anyway, a couple of months ago...
Mr. Viola isn't doing casework.
The land on which this house rests was once open savanna.
I don't know. I guess I'll just look him in the eye and say, "Ludwig--"