Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What about the Wharf Art Center?
Oh. Your mother has gone nuts.
I... see a color. It's your favorite color.
I got bad news.
You're stealing her thunder again!
Oh, God. I Kaiser-Soze'd myself.
I kind of close my eyes, and, uh, an image appears in my brain.
I'm gonna get a train ticket.
Better start washing dishes.
Sure, I'd love to.
This is weird. I'm feeling something. No, you're not.
He's actually gonna win.
He just told you. Yeah.
- Ow. That l-looked like it hurt. - It's not funny, Bob!
Dizzy Dog's crying out, "Help me. Lin, Help me. Help me." hang up.
I predict this is my husband.
Uh... four.
But if I did, when would it happen?
Is it the Wharf Art Center?
Okay. The next person to walk in will be tall, dark and handsome.
Blend into the crowd, you know?
Hi, Teddy.
You know, they could end up anywhere.
Okay. Oh, I'm getting something else.
The burglar reportedly went in...
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Lots of wallets and purses and jewelry.
Impersonating a psychic.
Just like you're a horse.
Yeah. Oh. That's actually a relief.
Who you gonna arrest? You.
I got all those other predictions right.