Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

His car is probably down here somewhere.

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

-When you die, you die. -Then?

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

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

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

-Miss Hayes? -Thank God.

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

Did you forget the client?

...for something that's purely recreational.

No, I mean dead, really dead.

My associate and I had resigned ourselves...

Another party is looking?

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

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

-What've you done? -Everything.

Me and the missus ain't quite dead yet.

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

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

Maybe it's glandular.

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

-Looking for fingerprints. -I'm sorry.

A little white lie, I confess.

How else could we deal with a concept...

Only two bad guys in the whole graveyard...

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

Well, busy, busy.

-Dial again. -In a second.

You put out your leg and tripped me.

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

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

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.

David, I know that look.

Oh, come on don't be a stiff.

Perhaps, that's why ghosts float.

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