Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Toss it here. Let's see who it is.
Veronica Dexter. I saw the body up close. Hell, I carried the damn thing.
In movies where the studio gets all paranoid about a downer ending...
I sent her home believing, A, we'd meet tomorrow to go over her case...
-I guess I'm taking the couch. -Yeah. Thanks.
Say again? They gave her back?
Prime example. I switched to the ugly friend. Homely friend. She's not ugly.
It was the first time I felt that how pitying someone...
Don't go. Please.
-Suddenly they're inseparable? -So, what are you saying?
I call my trick The Jaws of Death.
Shit!
Go home before the bad guys do something bad to you.
Clear it right up.
Not yet.
Sorry, sweetheart.
Leaving my sister back home, leaving her there all alone....
I want you to picture a bullet inside your head. Can you do that for me?
Hey.
“Nothing”
Yeah!
...I am more than happy to do something.
Yes, racist. I'm serious.
Come on, Harry, stay with me.
I'm the frying pan, see? And my boy over here-
Except for the boner. That's not too knightly.
-I'm sorry, you peed on-? -On the corpse. My question is-
You bet I'll turn around.
-Nix. We go right to the cops. -Exactly, to the cops...
Harmony Lane shot herself, sir.
...but when you were in the bathroom, he was checking me out.
Fuck it, I'm not a knight. I'm sorry.
I see her at auditions all the time.
-The guy you left the party with? -He's a fucking asshole.
-That was-God, that was forever ago. -Yeah, that was back in the day.
That's the essence of the-
Gee, you think maybe it'll come back later, maybe?
Well, hey.
-Underpants. -One tiny little pair of undies.
-What, you're gonna bail? -Harmony...
Yeah, that's right.
Yet.
-Tell me you're not following them. -I'm taking you to the hospital.
-Calling me a knight? -Maybe, yeah.
Of course. If you are, I should be.
Night, Harry.
-Perry Van Shrike. -Hey. Harry Lockhart.
When in doubt, cut up a pig. That was the town motto.
-Let's get the key. -Yep, pretty awful.
I mean, what kind of talk is that?
Princess. Scary friend.
Holy shit.
Really? That's funny. I got a 10 says, Pass the pepper.
But what do I know? I'm a bear, I suck the heads off of fish!
...who'll believe that she broke her neck before you shot her in the head.
Perry's stakeout. It's a setup. They're going to MacArthur Park after Perry!
Later.
Oh, boy.
No, I didn't-I didn't kill him. He wanted in.
Never happened. I talked to my police guy.
-Anyway, that's ambiguous. -Ambiguous? I don't think so.
Not for the squeamish.
Are you a detective?
The card she stole from me was maxed out.
Wonder where the climax will happen.
Come on, I was a different person back then.
-Give me the gun! -No. Give me the bullets!
-You feel bad. -Bad?
...and a father-daughter reconciliation following years of estrangement.
-Good God. Ouch. -Yeah, you should see the other guy.
But my sister sent you up to Big Bear Lake, to his cabin.
I'm in a van with the body. I'll be there in 30 seconds.
Harry, listen-
I've never finished anything that I've started my entire life.
No way.
...I didn't get famous.
Why are you humoring him? Stop it.
On the count of three.
Both times, the dress was soaked through, so it was transparent. So-
...if you're wearing anything at all underneath your hospital blues.
...and I didn't see you leave-
Sunshine, she'll be back to you in a minute. Relax.
The Dexter girl, was she raped?
-Harmony! -Harry, don't!
-That's Harlan Dexter. -What?
-Worst thing, though.... -Do tell.
...for she was almost certainly killed and then moved, police sources say.
Bitch client.
Yeah, it's a derringer. It's loaded.
...your brain says, I want that.
-... Jack Robinson pretty fast. -I'm timing you.
Who what?
Such as why is a savvy, stand-up cat like yourself consorting with gay men?
...I have a little confession to make.
Her kid sister hired you.
Okay, I know this sounds crazy, Harry, but listen. Okay. Okay.