Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoa! Damn it!
Abby, tell me about this man Potts.
And I think that his scheme against Teddy...
Till I'm satisfied, Mr. Boswell.
The murderer must have trained him to scratch on the door of the security room every night.
If that's an accusation, Boswell, be rather careful, because I know a thing or two about slander laws.
Now, you've already locked up Teddy here.
Yes! What about Denton's death? Isn't it a little strange...
Oh, uh, part of my presentation, sir.
Her Gemini is in the ascendant. Your Capricorn is at a very low ebb.
Go on. Tell them, Jessica. Abby!
Remember that old shotgun you always liked?
Oh, but an infamous rider, I'm afraid.
Ah, thank you. [Clicks Tongue]
Bicycle clip. Plain, ordinary bicycle clip
Come along, Anthony.
Why did she do it? For the millions that she couldn't wait to inherit.
[Chuckles] I can't get used to a client who doesn't talk.
Not necessarily.
Am I supposed to be frightened by that?
Spencer, why don't you sit down and be quiet?
You're wasting your breath.
Jessica, my old drinking buddy, Tom Cassidy. Well...
Why don't you go ahead? It can't be much fun poking along with an old fellow like me.
[Chainsaw Blaring]
Be careful.
Oh, for God's sakes. [Doorbell Chiming]
A wonder she got home in one piece.
Oh, don't be absurd. You men aren't killers.
And there are drugs that leave no trace.
By the way, this is all legal as hell,
He's a notorious liar. Oh, I gathered that.
But who was it?
Spencer.
Isn't that understandable, with a murderer on the loose?
Well, l... I'd better see if she's all right.
Which means that the killer had to be someone in this house. I knew it.
Morgana, you're not a bad woman.
That damned dog has got to be put down!