Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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