Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"David, turn your lights out. There are children in China who are in the dark."
Whatever curdles your cream.
Rodney, there's a tunnel coming!
Really? Which one's your favourite?
Dangerous guy that I am, I left the lights on.
What you're saying is that we need someone to lead the investigation.
It's pretty good.
-It isn't Miss DiPesto. -Who did it?
...and look forward to making your acquaintance.
You're here, let's make the best of it.
Is that true, Skyler?
-In this shaving kit. -Tough beard.
You don't know when to quit, do you, Addison?
How about a little respect for the dead?
Let's call a temporary truce and get some rest.
-Have a terrific time. -I think I will.
That's big of you, Addison. Thanks.
Obviously, it would be in Miss DiPesto's best interests...
-That's the one! -Well, what does it say?
Will you come and see me in the big house?
How can you think of food at a time like this?
Why J.B. Harland is the greatest mystery writer of all time.
-You're really a detective? -Real as they get.
Let's get some accommodations for our guests.
But I hate everyone.
-In her room. -In my room?
Is she everything I think she is?
-Woman to woman? -Woman to woman.
Miss.
Besides, great cases aren't born, they're made.
Besides, I asked nice. I'd do it for you.
Never? Never is a long time, Maddie.
Look out! Rodney!
It was buried under some paper towels in the trash.
-Not Him. -Him, J.B. Harland.
Well, I never told anybody this, but I caused that.
"Dear Miss DiPesto, welcome to J.B. Harland's Murder Train.
Why don't you say what you mean?
Don't you feel any responsibility for them?
...but kindly refrain from physical acts that are not of an erotic nature.
-Yes, I do. Let's go back down. -Just stay right where you are.
And what happened then?
They find out you have a Ph.D. in chemical engineering...
I'm here to tell you...
...and the winner of the Murder Mystery Magazine's essay contest...
-Tell her she can open her eyes. -You can open your eyes.
-Me? -You.
Rodney, if you turn into graffiti, you'll break Ms. DiPesto's heart.
That's what the whole thing is about.
He laughed. He said no.
Someone without a connection to J.B.
Well... -l guess so.
...and extra bodies, live ones, could throw the whole thing out of whack.
He threw it in my face.
The sad part is...
-That's not true. -He was cheap.