Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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