Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Late. -Late for what?
The whole damn generation's twisted.
Dying slow.
What are you doing?
...and most thoughtful.
Walk. You know? One foot in front of the other?
One killer hired us to find another.
Now, this man has his attitude down pat.
That man over there...?
What, you mean at this particular location?
Oh! Guest stars.
That sweet, podgy man is a killer?
A man came in here, said his name was Farley Wrye.
A nice meal like this could take two hours.
Stupid punk.
I'm not stupid.
Ask me about plan B.
It's not easy. You get old. Names, places.
Please. Please don't kill me.
Who would have guessed, I like sex too.
What are we doing here?
What's the point of being boss if somebody's telling you what to do?
Not quite.
If he's so good, why are you so happy?
-You get the check? -He's half hoping he'll lose.
That kind, playful little cherub is a killer.
-Shake it. -I'm gonna tell Mr. Bruce you made me.
-I hope you like it here. -It seems lovely.
The snack man usually comes by around 11:00.
That's why I hired them.
-This bar is filled with killers. -I'll meet your friends.
All right, you wanna get deep? Let's talk about sex.
Are you gonna kill me now?
Blue Moon Detective Agency. We're detectives with a heart....
He's the dean, baby.
So this is it, huh? You and me?
Please don't kill me.
He wants to have dinner tonight to discuss the case.
Did you hear what I said? Farley Wrye just called.
Hey, it's flattering.
David!