Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

May I? Thanks.
He's worried about you.
- What do you do for fun? - Fun?
Black widow.
Then why aren't all the ants in the wet, stinky dumpsters?
Glad to hear it.
Look, your friend the cop...
You are not falling into a deep, relaxing trance state.
Name's William McTeer, from San Francisco.
...while we think about Tuesday night.
Dog was a utility idiot. He's dumb in 10 different ways.
Hey, we have a problem.
Be sure to mention that on the stand.
- Nice to meeting you guys. You too.
You swore you'd spend your entire fortune...
Okay, we are working the case.
So I fired his twisted ass.
That's me. Cool and calm.
He has good mental health.
Shh.
Don't tempt me.
You're all over it. Let me know if you need any help.
...and you see McTeer. - Yes.
We have a couple questions for you.
It's okay, sweetie.
Real gentleman. Not like your other guys.
It's only fair.
We're near Marie's Do-Nuts. Anyone wanna go for a bear claw after?
Treated Tanya good, so you know...
Significant indications of deception, they say.
- It's interesting, isn't it? - Yeah.
Katy spent the night at a friend's.
Jane, I just need you to leave, okay?
- Can we talk? - Minelli?
I disagree. - McTeer went after little children.
- Agent Lisbon. - Hello, Dreyer.
Hey, Lisbon. How about this, huh?
...as you do, it makes sense.
- She's a little stressed. - What is going on?
Lapsed Catholic, perhaps?
Lately, he'd been asking if he could take Emily away on an overnight trip...
Well, Teresa, you told me about the crime scene.
Routine, like you have to see me after a shooting, sure.
These cash transactions prove it.
Uh, Coolidge, Wilson, Roosevelt, um...
We'd have been all over that.