Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Yes, you did! -No, I didn't.
Yes, sir, Mr. Addison. I don't mind saying...
But I went back to my lab...
I could have killed him.
Here.
-Off the train? -I didn't pack.
Oh, no. Nothing is going on.
Well, the next day, I gave it to him.
He and four of his closest friends...
Gee, ever since I was a kid.
He pretended that you were the hired help.
-It's just fermenting. -You sound so certain.
I could use a copy of this myself.
All right, it's my shirt. But it's a phoney clue.
-Miss DiPesto, in mixed company? -It's not like that. It's better than that.
-Wanna know how I did that? -No, I'm wondering why you did that.
Oh, there's so much to do!
We're in the bed in the wall.
You've always been jealous.
Me, Miss Agnes DiPesto...
Some frustrated housewife is staring at a steak knife...
Certainly.
Men don't get left.
-Good night, Miss Hayes. -Good night, Skyler.
Sebastian Rhodes here.
I had pictures of you all over my house, trying to make up my mind.
...which means my mom has to answer it...
-Hello. -Come in.
My opinion?
-I don't believe it, I won! -You won?
Maybe it's the mystery. Maybe he's faking.
There's no "we're." There is me. There is you.
-Do something! -What?
...for the last time, I did not kill J.B.
Surprising that a man of Harland's influence...
One day, I'm over at my friend's house, and I'm thinking:
He even...
The night before DiPesto was born, God went to a great party.
-Someone without luggage. -I don't think--
We used to live together, that's what I'm trying to say.
-Agnes DiPesto. -One of my favourite people.
...but what are we thinking about?
You guys...
You know...
I don't know what you mean. I had a terrific time.
...contemplating her husband Harvey's clavicle.