Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[cheerful music]

[Sam] Now, close your eyes and count to ten.

Sorry. Eight and three quarters.

- [bones crack] - [thug screams]

When my first daughter was born, I was over the moon.

["Half a Photograph" by Kay Starr plays in background]

- You can't. - But why?

- [Nathan] Where are you? - At home. Sewing.

She's quite annoying, isn't she?

Guns go in the cookie jar.

And you've killed more than one.

- Yes. - Good girl.

[soft dramatic music]

- It's Emily's best chance. - It's a suicide mission.

If I have to tell you no again, there will be consequences.

There must be an epidemic,

where they live.

Not too badly, anyway.

[hatch creaking]

None of that matters,

[Sam] Can you hear me?

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

What do you want?

You called me here oh-so-urgently just to remind me of that?

[quiet creaking]

That's not too much to ask, is it?

[both grunting]

Again, it's, uh...

[Sam whispers] Okay. Put it in drive...

If I'm not at the Gutterball in 15 minutes, they'll kill her.

[whispers] Okay, listen, Emily.

It's quality, not quantity.

[music fades out]

- That's funny. - [Sam] What?

Your dad, he, um...

Because if ghosts could talk,

Everybody has a type.

Febrairu 23, 2000

[defensively] No... Where did you learn that expression?

[man on radio] Right folks, time to hit the road.

Doesn't want you to do anything stupid.

[Madeleine] You sure you're not 28 and three quarters?

[laughs] Who am I talking to?

I know you. You make plans.

[nephew] Okay, we have a deal.

[van door slides shut]

and the little girl's phone.

But you need me. I'm your apprentice.

just made the biggest mistake of their lives.

[distorted scream]

♪ So you turn your days into nighttime ♪

♪ Have another little piece of my heart Now, baby ♪

I, on the other hand, think we should dispose of the body

[on TV] ...the additional burden of needing to care

Keep talking, doc.

They've been running things for a long, long time.

Are you kidding, Ma?

[soft emotional music]

- Hard right! - [engine revving]

And for God's sake...

[Sam] Thanks, Rose.

I wish we had more time, Ma.

[nephew] Idiots to the left. Morons to the right.

Years ago, my mom screwed up and pulled the wrong trigger.

[low] Are you sure it was McAlester's kid?

It doesn't matter.

I hope this is satisfactory, sir.

[suspenseful music]

You left us no choice, Sam.

There's a first time for everything. She's over there.

[Dracula] We're all stinking rich, you magnificent bastards.

- Language. - Right.