Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

David.
Drawers left open, light switch on in the bathroom.
Who is it?
Well, no, I only came on two seconds before you came in.
...I'll see you in my office in a couple minutes.
Missed you at your office.
I didn't have the heart to give it back in the office.
You have a partner at the Blue Moon Detective Agency, a David Addison?
Showed up, heard the commotion and got out.
Can't quite get up for that, huh, boss?
-Don't-- -"Don't go." "Gotta go."
Good morning!
-Isn't it? -No. What about the garage?
Business. See a client, investigate a case.
Mr. Everette, I sympathize, but--
This is my daughter, Amy.
-...who is it that's being murdered? -Me.
Every morning we have options, you and I.
So I go over to the machine to make sure it's on.
And who understands what has to be done.
That he was hiding the fact he could walk.
-You and I, yes. -Us.
I know a little bit about what convicts a person of a crime.
I haven't been doing that for a while.
But that's not an option. That's decided for you.
They have children.
Tonight, at five past 8...
-What then? -You smell awful.
I'll tell you, it doesn't surprise me, the family putting somebody on this.
...the pen must've been out of ink.
Yes, personals. All caps.
I don't want it stopped.
Soon as the blood rushes back into my head.
The bastards keep you alive...