Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lovely.
Listen, Agnes, I owe you one.
...he grabbed her, and then....
Where are you going?
Two and a half.
About which I'm about to call the police...
But reality is subjective.
Let there be light.
I knew she had been upset about Emily...
As soon as I push the plunger.
The song that was playing the night she died.
Close the doors behind you.
Would you mind telling me what this is about?
Miss DiPesto. Mister....
I just don't wanna see you get in over your head.
I'll get the doctor.
Journal entry 17: I think I just wet my pants.
Well, no. Almost everybody died.
Fine, Jake. Scoff.
I'll help you upstairs.
Do you see me doing harm to myself?
-It was? -She sang it to sister.
You don't even have a nameplate.
You mean tonight?
Maybe we should go back downstairs now.
-The ghost? -Ghost.
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Can you hold, please?
-But would I listen? No. -Agnes, listen--
...and hidden corridors throughout the house.
He's asleep and he's had a hard night.
How do you do? I'm Margaret Renborn.
Sir, are you all right?
I know it's a lot, but there's no rush.
Return address, Happy Valley Psychiatric Hospital.
-This house is all I'm after. ~The house?
Are you doing what I think?
...finally burying their bones where this house now stands."
-...there's anything wrong with Ludwig. -I don't understand.
Shelves of volumes on local history.
...we started to experience strange occurrences...
We're not taking-- What did you say?
I am a trained professional.
...the Chumash warriors hacked off the heads of the Franciscan monks...
-Well, you gotta start somewhere. -We're getting off the subject.
Herbert?
And in her mind, whatever she experienced...
I didn't.
Thank you, I used to think so too.
And, Margaret...
Mr. Viola, I don't give a damn.
I'm sure it has nothing to do with the thunderstorm.
...I'm sure you reminded her you've only been here...