Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't worry, Agnes, he ain't gonna bite you.
-David. -What's the matter, still a little jumpy?
Oh, please do. You make such a nice young couple.
Another party is looking?
I'm just glad Mr. Soffer didn't live to see his place turned upside down.
-When you die, you die. -Then?
I'm gonna go for the special, comes with dessert.
Well, busy, busy.
-Dial again. -In a second.
Hi, boys, you've reached 976-BONE.
-Miss Hayes? -Thank God.
Oh, come on don't be a stiff.
No, I mean dead, really dead.
David, I know that look.
No.
Well, it ain't like he's ticklish.
-What've you done? -Everything.
I've been--
Perhaps, that's why ghosts float.
-Sick? -Sick?
Only two bad guys in the whole graveyard...
Me and the missus ain't quite dead yet.
-How may we help you? -I'm here about a friend who's missing.
Hurry, David.
You put out your leg and tripped me.
His car is probably down here somewhere.
-He's in a better place now. -I never cared for that.
I don't wanna ever see you again. I just wanna get out of here now.
-How about, he croaked? -I like that better. It makes more sense.
-Looking for fingerprints. -I'm sorry.
It's not like you're sharing a bathroom with him.
...for something that's purely recreational.
Light goes out when you close the lid. All right.
Did you forget the client?
My associate and I had resigned ourselves...
A little white lie, I confess.
I'll make it worth your while. Would say...
How else could we deal with a concept...
I'm not against having fun. It's gotta be the right fun at the right time.
What, the phone ring and a voice say, "Maddie. Yeah, almighty here.
Maybe it's glandular.
David.