Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't stand the thought of you being alone.
It's okay. We can fix this.
on the whereabouts of his oboe, wouldn't you, John?
You couldn't just do the case I assigned you?
You close that trunk again and I will kill you!
Me? Instead of Jake?
I'd really appreciate it kindly
They're not answering their phones,
If I die, I want you to marry Lucille.
is "eat peanut butter."
on a George Foreman grill.
No, no, no, no!
Wait! Come back!
I'm making myself primary detective on this case.
Oh, but first, take a picture of the two of us together.
DEA? FBI? Police?
- Conversation over, bye. - No, no, no, no, no.
But seeing you both overcome your fears did help me,
John played oboe for Lynne Cheney.
And who bumped into Scully, causing the spill? Me.
Hitchcock, now!
to Hitchcock and Scully.
Yeah, it's full of treats.
Hmm, French chocolates, French cheeses,
Okay. We make a deal.
Help!
Aw, Wednesdays.
No, our victim...
the Dallas Buyers Club.
If you get killed, what happens to all your debt?
Oh, I didn't realize you were here, Mr. Weichselbraun.
and I need your help.
Hitchcock hasn't even gotten out of his chair today.
I swear, if they mess up this case, Jake, it's on you.
I'm sure John... he insists I call him "John"...
This is ludicrous, Boyle.