Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

saw that horse take off like Seabiscuit comin' down the homestretch.

I'd just feel so much better if you were here. Oh, of course.

Trish must have been furious,

Oh, you saw something, all right, or rather, someone... the murderer.

No, no. Your reins are far too tight.

I'm glad she can't see you now,

It's your broker. He insists on speaking to you.

- Sometimes. - What about the night that Trish died?

Anything I can do for you, Mrs. Fletcher?

that a lengthy litigation would bring him.

Well, laugh all you like, but your aunt desperately needs treatment.

[Chuckling] You have a remarkable imagination.

Yes, ma'am. Will Roxie. Mm-hmm.

Well, up in the security room there's this button that closes the gate.

And Denton Langley's death was accidental, pure and simple.

I'm sorry, Miss Abby, but he bit something.

All right, Jim boy, I'll get you a check off today.

Whoa! Easy, boy!

Well, you must admit you're not yourself.

You could add some orange juice to that and call it breakfast.

I don't know what Teddy and I would have done without you.

How's the, uh... How's the family taking it?

but I intend to head him off.

You know, it could be a long and bloody battle.

Yes, but have your clients considered the risks first, Gary?

First Denton, then Trish.

Good-bye, Marcus. [Phone Ringing]

[Songbird Singing]

[Chainsaw Resumes Blaring]

Aw, poor me. Can I get you a refill?

Please. Please, please, please.

How you doin', you old son of a gun? [Chuckles]

audible only to a dog.

[Chuckling] Whoops.

And how long did you stop?

I know my old friend Tom is here.

Then why was this bicycle clip...

My astral projectionist puts all these phony psychiatrists to shame.

a man of limited vision saddled with a gossipmonger's mentality.

Have you noticed who's not here, Spence?

For you yahoos in the back, that means "friend of the court."

Uh, excuse me, but whatever that is, would it have the same effect on a horse?