Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Happy birthday, baby.
- I'll get her in here. - Great. Where's Jane?
Everything's relevant.
AND Y: Shut up. - What.
- Dream on, trick. - Hmm.
A good influence on Christine.
Didn't you say you had a way of finding out?
A gull. No, a hawk.
- How bad? - Hundred-stitches bad.
Hypnosis will let you come up with those things.
No. Uh, I mean, Andy was totally there too.
Is that not a signal that we should cut this man loose?
Listen only to my voice.
Grace is mentally telling me where she hid the van keys.
I'm sorry, sir. This is now a crime scene.
What if I said it was you, Andy? You killed Christine.
[ALL LAUGHING AND SHOUTING]
When was the last time you saw Christine?
[ROCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]
Come in. I'm just about to discredit Nimzowitsch's theory...
- What happened? - You're okay.
The local sheriff begged me not to put him in his jail.
Somebody there had to have known what happened.
This him?
No. No, Chrissy's real independent. You never...
All right, what are you doing?
Then Chris came along...
He has the governor's home number.
...until my lawyer gets here.
- Maybe we can get something more. - All right. Work him gently.
Sure, you did.
...because it's all there in your memory.
Not a scratch.
Interesting.
Did the guard stumble across Chris being killed?
At Chris.
Oh, so you can try and pin this on me? No, thanks.
What cunning plan?
What if I was next?
I realized I hadn't seen her in a while.
I thought about it a lot.
I can't watch her all the time.
...consistent with getting hit in the head with a surfboard...
That's okay.
Chris stayed to clean up. She's all, uh, "save our oceans," you know?
What's wrong with him?
- Dolphin. - You?