Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am so certain. Even as we speak...

You better figure out a way to get me off this train.

You go around the block enough times, and you get scared.

Don't take this the wrong way, but if it's all the same...

Isn't there some way to do something now?

-Talk to me. -Little over three hours left.

Skyler, Sebastian, Rodney, all of you...

You're a funny man, Mr. Addison.

Was it good for you too?

If you had murdered him...

These people are going to kill each other.

So when is this stupid murder supposed to happen, anyway?

And it can't be the butler, because J.B. didn't have one.

That him. Who's that?

The time is here, so give a cheer.

Wanna bet his tongue catches flies?

You mean you're both authentic private eyes? I don't believe it. I--

I do. Get those knuckleheads in the club car.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to disturb everyone...

This year, the special guest is Agnes--

Bet you the whole damn train goes condo in a year.

DiPesto won a prize.

Haven't you ever had a fantasy like this?

...if he or she is free to tamper with the evidence or change the clues?

But can't argue with kismet, eh?

-The big house? -I got it.

We now own two homes together...

He was a charity case.

But I contemplated too long and Blue Moon Shampoo got you first.

You're jealous.

In a slightly too-hot hot tub.

I'll leave you all to go about your business.

Sounds like a confession to me.

...J.B. Harland.

Partner, why don't you and I search down here.

The only prints on this were mine.

Very lively, very lethal.

How cold and unfeeling do you think I am?

I recall hearing something to that effect.

Come here. Come sit by me.

-This train is moving! -Land of Goshen, she's right.

-Why? -Because it's there.

Somebody's already done that.

Well, come on, Rodney, out with it. Who's the culprit?

I used to slice them in half and see if they'd scream.