Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Did you forget the client?

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

-Dial again. -In a second.

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

Me and the missus ain't quite dead yet.

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

My associate and I had resigned ourselves...

You put out your leg and tripped me.

Another party is looking?

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

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

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

-What've you done? -Everything.

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

Only two bad guys in the whole graveyard...

Perhaps, that's why ghosts float.

His car is probably down here somewhere.

-Miss Hayes? -Thank God.

How else could we deal with a concept...

A little white lie, I confess.

-Looking for fingerprints. -I'm sorry.

-When you die, you die. -Then?

No, I mean dead, really dead.

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

Well, busy, busy.

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

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

...for something that's purely recreational.

Maybe it's glandular.

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

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

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

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

David, I know that look.

Oh, come on don't be a stiff.