Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How many girls?
- # Oh, don't deceive me - What? What is it?
I need to see you. There's a house. 634 Hoffman Terrace.
Friendly warning, pet. I'm the type best left alone.
(humming of "Early One Morning")
And I think I killed her.
- What? - It's started.
- Is there trouble? - No. No trouble.
Get off her and let her talk to me!
There's something here.
- Sired. - Yeah, he was the guy that sired me.
Cos I don't mind.
it is nothing compared to the idea that another girl could mean anything to me.
Who's hurt? I'm fine.
The school basement is making him crazy.
Figure it out in a cold, impersonal, CSl-like manner,
But it wasn't.
I got it. No problem. I understand.
We can't assume anything. We need hard facts.
I saw Mom.
- It's either that or the haircut. - The do's quite fetching.
I don't know. I just don't think we can trust anything right now.
Bleach-blond hair, leather jacket, British accent. Kind of sallow, but in a hot way?
- I'm all right. - Let me see, make sure.
And I think I... I think I killed... the lady who lived here.
OK, guys, find me some evidence that he did this.
So maybe the evil thing messing with you was here too.