Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's think a second.
Fine. Fine.
It's true, I had lunch with her yesterday.
Which means I gotta ring the doorbell...
-What did you win? -A contest!
Sebastian, please spare us.
It's easy to hate someone who swears undying love...
-David. -He disappeared. Check in here.
Actually, I'm working on a little story of my own right now.
Oh, come on, not you.
My name is J.B. Harland.
-Good night, Sebastian. -Good night, Janet.
Can he eat without you cutting his food up first?
You think I was never hurt? This smile is scar tissue!
Why don't you just turn around and look?
She's trying to frame him. It's obvious. Skyler has no motive.
He didn't say a word.
It's okay, Maddie, you can open your eyes now.
Thank you for helping me with my stuff.
We can meet again first thing in the morning.
-It's Saturday night, I have plans. -Haven't you heard of midnight Mass?
I don't believe you people. J.B. is lying here dead...
Talk about life imitating art.
There's no place I'd rather be less than on this train.
-Rodney. -Yes?
-Did anyone suggest "effective"? -Addison.
-Better! -J.B. Harland. I know who he is.
"Loved." Past tense.
...to figure out that nerves are raw. Everybody is a little tired.
The engineer is locked in the engine room.
So I get on my bike, and I'm riding home as fast as I can.
...spend exactly 24 hours aboard a train bound for nowhere.
I will throw you off this train if necessary...
Get inside! Wait a minute!
A wonderful man.
-It isn't you. And it isn't me. -Addison?
Get it? Normally, our doorbell goes "ding-dong."
She was sitting there, asking for words that rhyme with "detective."
Absolutely. Sebastian never really was part of our group.
Don't do that. Addison!
My prints are on the knife. It's going to cost my life.
-Miss DiPesto? -Agnes?
Am I being fair to Rodney?