Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm very sorry, Mr. Haines.
Now I can buy me some pretty new clothes.
Like a fungus.
- How about a little poison? - Yes.
Yes, but people don't know that, Guy. Do they?
Guy?
- Well, if it's not for long. - Oh.
I don't know much about these things, but why don't you get some treatment?
Miss Morton, really.
The light socket in the bathroom...
But you look so pale, dear.
Hang on.
- Well, I think possibly... - Yes, I hate him too.
Man, that's a thrill. Almost blew the sawdust out of my head.
If we could only talk to Father, to...
No, please. Anne says you must have dinner with us tonight...
I wondered why.
My little boy!
- Especially when he's to be a father. - You conniving liar!
- I don't think you know what you want. - Well, I want to do something.
- Relax, mister. - I don't want to relax.
Poison takes from 10 to 12 weeks...
Why, you crazy fool!
- Are there any seats in the diner? - Not for about 20 minutes, sir.
This sort of crime, they go after the husband.
Oh, Guy, what are we gonna do?
Father wants to see you.
He had a crazy scheme about exchanging murders. I do his, he'd do mine.
Hennessy!
No more than anyone else.
Satisfy my craving a little better.
It's a nice item for the gossips.
Oh, no, Ma. They're just fine. Thanks.
Oh, come, now. Why should I go to Metcalf to kill a total stranger?
- Hi, Bill. - Guy Haines! Good to see you, boy.
I really must go now.
He thought he was murdering me.
What do you think of a man like that?
It's wonderful having you as company all the way to New York.
You haven't time to play. You'd better tell them.