Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- There you go. - Fantastic.

Move all the way in, people. You don't need to touch every locker.

It's not up to me to tell you, it's up to your mother.

Not anymore you don't. You're done. You're done with this investigation.

Oh, but then you know

I just, you know... I would like to see you in the flesh.

That's all right. I'm gonna wait here.

You're questioning minors without an adult?

I'll work on this.

You bought my bag.

They just posted a tornado watch in Delaware County.

But you don't really plan on ever coming over, do you?

- Hey. Everything okay with Mr. Fitz? - Yeah.

Emily would never do that, the memorial was her idea.

- Good. - She's very strong.

This whole, uh, single-parent thing.

Just so you know, I gave up sidecars for spritzers.

You have an incredible voice. We should do that again.

...and I think food would really help.

She's probably on her way over.

- Can you call the coach? - I don't know.

Nice seeing you. Meeting you.

I need to find a French family that's dying to host a nice girl from Pennsylvania.

- You are? - Mm-hm.

- Is that your bag on that table? - Where'd you find it?

You're already scary enough.

- Mom, are you sick? - No.

See if the Wizard can find you a heart.

Okay, well, are you clear? Do you know what you want?

Do me a favor? Hook it for me, would you?

Well, at least one person's still willing to let me use her fax.

- What were you thinking? - I have a homicide to solve, okay?

I just never had the chance to tell her in the right way.

There are other rooms around here that are more fun than this.

Will you please let me finish?

I'll see you soon.

I'm Ella Montgomery. Aria's mom.

- What're you doing? - Nothing, I just...

Oh, me? I love this weather.

- You can take a break. - Not all of us sailed through Trig.

- Do you play? - Shh. It's a secret.