Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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