Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why couldn't you just say, "1 hope you have a nice time"?
-The trip is tomorrow. -Go, if you have things to do.
...very special.
-Hello? -Miss DiPesto!
Twenty-two, with good behaviour.
Don't touch that man. You don't know where he's been.
Let me ask you one more question. And please, be honest.
...and ask if you can trace fingerprints on Jell-O...
Excuse me.
For no reason, they're just on. Wasting energy, wasting money.
-Yes, you did. -No, I didn't.
Maddie will be glad to drive you there.
...and the man who brought us all together...
Mystery?
I guess I better go home and call Mr. Sandwich.
-You're just not spontaneous. -You're right, let's go.
-A picture? -Yeah.
I've finally stopped waiting.
-There were even traces of blood. -Thank God for fingerprints.
Do you feel something?
Oh, yes.
I did not steal a method of death from him. He stole it from me.
Doesn't he do the burning bush thing?
It meant a lot to him.
Think I never fell in love at night to discover...
She made me do it. I didn't want to do it. I didn't feel we were ready.
-...what about DiPesto? -What about her?
Actually, I'm writing a novel of my own right now.
David. That's a good name. It's easy to put on cakes.
She can get hurt in the middle of this. Accusations, innuendoes.
To cook.
Anyway, I press the doorbell, and it goes "ding."
He does it every year.
Good night, John Boy.
And it would seem one of us killed him.
-Is there a freezer on this train? -No, no, it's not that. It's--
Are you just going to glare at them, or are you gonna invite them to stay?
...because I hated the idea of one little pea being separated from his family.
-I've slept better. -And what did you do?
-Do you think he's strange? -I've met stranger, I think.