Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Chuckling] [Trish] Hee-yah! Hee-yah!

And I bet he would have thought of a hundred different, clever ways to rake off all that he wanted.

- You would. - [Whimpers]

Now, Mr. Coroner, how long are we gonna entertain this, uh, comedy routine?

Well, all that cash makes me a little nervous.

I didn't say that. Near as we can tell, it's more like a paw print.

I'm trying to tie everything together.

But nobody came by.

[Sighs] Put him on.

What now, Morgana? Spence, the tea leaves!

Good, good. My reputation's well-earned.

Morgana, try to pretend like you're on the same planet. At least today.

What in blazes is that?

Boswell, we're gonna break that will. Oh, no!

Mr. Barnes, you say your view of the gate was obstructed at one point.

if you expected to inherit.

I feel so foolish. But tests don't lie.

- Well, what's the point? - I'm sorry.

[Radio Chatter Continues]

[Whimpering Continues]

Oh, thanks for the ride.

The door closed and locked behind him.

Come on, Teddy. [Chuckles]

Sheriff, I think we should all hear what your deputy had to say.

Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Fletcher.

Really? Excuse me.

Now, what can I do for the two of you?

Sawdust! S-Sawdust! [Neighing]

Confess? Oh, no, ma'am.

Oh, Spence, stuff it!

I still don't understand why he did it.

required so much, uh, liquid refreshment.

I saw her spirit! I swear!