Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Press it! Put me out of my misery and press it.
-Tell me about her. -What do you want to know?
Next thing I heard, your much beloved and much moneyed father died...
It's a joke.
Shut up! I hate you!
I know you. You'd never forgive yourself if something happened to her.
-I hate all men! Men are pigs! -Janet.
-Twenty-four hours? -No need to panic.
Pretty dead.
-I mean, if you wanted to. -Of course.
But he used it, verbatim, in the book.
-That didn't hurt a bit, did it? -No.
Sell it somewhere else, Miss McCall.
-Who are the glad rags for? -You speaking to me?
...I'd like to get off the train.
-...with Rodney-- -Rodney Dillon.
David, there's still eight hours left of this train trip.
Most people tense up when you take the print, and it smears.
He asked me to have dinner with him. Not just sandwiches either.
-I have to tell you, he's got a-- -Gun!
-Explain this later? -Only if she explains it to me now.
Why? Is something going on?
It is.
I thought maybe if he saw that I work at a detective agency--
Hey, kid, glum up. How bad can it be?
How long have you been into this?
You won't believe it, but you and I almost worked together.
Our case is out there.
...and realize I am not her son. Must have been some mix-up at the hospital.
What are we going to do?
-He writes Inspector Doughnut books. -That's "Inspector Dumais."
...each year, I select one reader...
I mean, couldn't we fingerprint this thing or something?
-Then who are you? -They're detectives.
Isn't that a line from Mountains and Three-Minute Miles?
"1 got to get home before my mom gets home from work."
Mr. Harland didn't leave you. Here you are aboard his murder train.
He said, "I don't want facts. I want a scene. I want drama."
Of course. You're right.
Come on, you know what I'm talking about.
And Sebastian fawns better than Bambi.
Are you talking to me?
Yeah, I know, I can hardly stand the excitement.
-She's a very special lady. -I will.
Hello, Miss DiPesto.
I know you're not speaking to me...
One of us has to keep them occupied...
I could go for a nice glazed ham...
David.
Why don't you tell them? You're such a gifted storyteller.
I couldn't put it down. That stuff with the light switch was brilliant.
...I hated him during the day?
That's kind of like a murder-and-clue man.
Wipe this clean. DiPesto's prints are on it.
You too, huh?
-Right, J.B. -Then it's settled.
Good golly, it's almost sunrise here on the old Addison Flyer.
-Good night, Miss DiPesto. -Good night, Rodney.
Perhaps it was something he ate.
What are you trying to imply?
Just as we were all ready to be convinced.
For one thing, we could stop this train.
You really are excited.