Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's not like you're sharing a bathroom with him.

You put out your leg and tripped me.

Hi, boys, you've reached 976-BONE.

-David. -What's the matter, still a little jumpy?

-What've you done? -Everything.

...for something that's purely recreational.

A little white lie, I confess.

No, I mean dead, really dead.

His car is probably down here somewhere.

Well, it ain't like he's ticklish.

Another party is looking?

Don't worry, Agnes, he ain't gonna bite you.

I don't wanna ever see you again. I just wanna get out of here now.

I'm gonna go for the special, comes with dessert.

My associate and I had resigned ourselves...

-He's in a better place now. -I never cared for that.

Oh, come on don't be a stiff.

-Miss Hayes? -Thank God.

I'm not against having fun. It's gotta be the right fun at the right time.

Light goes out when you close the lid. All right.

-Looking for fingerprints. -I'm sorry.

-How about, he croaked? -I like that better. It makes more sense.

Well, busy, busy.

Only two bad guys in the whole graveyard...

Did you forget the client?

Perhaps, that's why ghosts float.

David, I know that look.

Oh, please do. You make such a nice young couple.

-How may we help you? -I'm here about a friend who's missing.

What, the phone ring and a voice say, "Maddie. Yeah, almighty here.

I'm just glad Mr. Soffer didn't live to see his place turned upside down.

I'll make it worth your while. Would say...

-When you die, you die. -Then?

-Dial again. -In a second.

Maybe it's glandular.

How else could we deal with a concept...

Me and the missus ain't quite dead yet.