Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think you underestimate the sensitivity...
It shows, huh?
...but during the J.B. Harland Murder Train trip...
I sent him a picture of me at the office.
What it would look like, what he would say to his victim.
No, press the button and get us out.
You think I never cried myself to sleep because the phone didn't ring?
I'll admit there were times I would have liked to.
Oh, gee, already?
Are you suggesting we turn J.B.'s death into a game?
-Well, he did try to frame you. -Yeah, I know.
Cooking.
-Sorry to bother you. -No bother.
...or like a car that doesn't go fast enough.
Does anyone know who I can talk to about stopping the train?
Rodney, I'm telling you, man, if you don't duck down right now...
I did not get us shanghaied on this train on purpose. As long as we're--
The body in her bed, the prints on the knife.
...a spurned lover of some lustful lad is picking up a revolver...
...and maturity of this group. They're not hysterical.
-Come here, give it a test ride. -I'll take your word for it.
Grandma?
Wouldn't the killer have taken the weapon and thrown it off the train?
He asked me to marry him...
...in a way that would prove once and for all that you were the clever one.
Think about it for a minute.
-It's gotta be somewhere in her room. -Leave no stone unturned.
Tá pensando o que?
...but I specialize in cakes and breads...
...invited me, one time, to spend a weekend at his estate.
This is a hubbub of activity here, but we'll find a way to survive without you.
...the ones he did care about.
What are you doing?
Well, I don't know.
Not that kind of sterile.
That was your idea?
I even thought about it.
...I began to develop a deep and meaningful relationship...
The train is moving.
J.B. is dead.
-My kind of button. All right. -Can we leave now?
I don't know.
Don't touch me, I'm sterile.
Besides, one meal does not a romance make.
So I had to let you catch yourself.
-Great-great? -Bye-bye.
I know, but something's on my mind.
The truth is, I owe the world to J.B.
-Yes, you did! -No, I didn't.
-Addison! -Not bad.
...iravelling across the country by train...
All this is yours?
I didn't even know I could write before I worked for him.
I go into my pocket for a key...
What would you like us to do?
This group gets together once a year...
Hot date?
We think you're great-great too.
I'll go check the schedule.
Say, you're good at this.
Shouldn't you be put through the wringer like everyone else?