Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-It's the least I can do. -The least you can do is shave.
Yeah, I can see that.
What about my responsibility?
Chill out.
-Agnes? -Yeah, Agnes DiPesto.
Order, order.
Oh, come on.
Better yet, I'll start from the beginning.
Gibson and O'Rourke.
I don't know if we can spare you that time.
You. She'd still be alive if it wasn't for you.
Agnes, please. This is the first time you've met my family...
...and Samoa.
Agnes, I'm three storeys high, stop kidding around.
But you just can't let someone get away with murder.
-But this is the ladies' room. -Agnes.
I don't know.
I can't stay here. I have to be some place.
My career is here in California.
They can write cheques for anything...
Guilty.
-That's an open-and-shut case. -I'm not saying any more.
Agnes...
-I always called you Sparky. -But Sparky isn't my name.
-But a suicide note was found. -Yep.
-Thanks, Mr. Addison. -Knock them dead, kid.
-Don't let them bully you around. -Thank you.
...is forcing me into marrying a woman who eats cannoli for a living.
He fixed them.
Say something, Aunt Lenora.
Agnes, you're just so valuable around here.
I'm not a nitwit.
Bye.
However, I have found the truth.
It's a small world after all.
But that man is a viper.
But the thing is...
-Yeah, the bones thing. Can you-- -Burt. Burt. Burt.
-I got it. -I've got it.
Cooking the books.
I guess I screwed everything up...
I'm sorry I had to leave the party a little early last night.
I am doing something that makes me terribly happy.