Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Yeah. -Have a seat.

Should put a sign on the front office, "Over 6 billion cases solved."

I wasn't looking through his stuff or anything like that...

Well, thank you for your sympathies, Miss Hayes, Mr. Addison...

I'd rather live alone...

Agnes, about Mr. Addison, when he comes in...

...but we got a meatloaf back in the oven at the trailer park.

...and it was instant chemistry. We did everything together.

...and we were having a hard time locating her.

But I've had 10 years to get used to the idea of her being gone.

-But great. -Terrific.

If he didn't freeze to death first.

...and then we flew home, his home.

So how could his wife blackmail him about a secret past...

This had better be important.

-You're free. -This is a miscarriage of justice.

That criminal you've been hunting down this morning.

-You've been sleeping. -Something.

-It's beautiful, isn't it? -Yeah, if you like the desert.

And let me tell you, there was more than one broken heart...

...to take your mind off murder.

I know it sounds like I'm driving myself crazy...

I never knew that about catgut. I'm gonna miss him on the ride home.

The eclipse of idleness has passed and Blue Moon's rising once again.

-You look busy, I'm gonna-- -Your 2:30 just cancelled.

Interesting guy.

-Not the Westside edition. -You didn't know until we told you.

We're the Skipsquads. I'm Hank. This is Cissy.

Is the blond dervish still whirling?

He was the one I was after.

You can't. My sister's dead.

-Is that what he said? -Yeah.

MacGilicuddy, wait up.

What do you have against this case?

I can't face that again. They can't face that again.

Oh, Agnes, you are quite a schemer...

...but I need to know.