Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Penny, sir? -Wait a minute.
They gave you a company credit card?
-Miss Di-- What's that? -DiPesto.
Thanks, Herbert.
Well, I guess I'll just get started first thing in the morning.
...for the last five years.
See, I live in this big old house with my husband and my sister Emily.
...of paranormal phenomenon.
-...and call yourself a private dick. -Oh, is that so?
Dead.
...why Cornwallis bit the big one at Yorktown:
Herbert.
Thank you so much, the both of you, for listening.
My goodness, I hope it wasn't something important.
-Officer, I was playing detective-- -Agnes.
...who wants us to conserve electricity.
That's my job. Where is it?
Oh, regrettably, I was unable to locate a spare in the pantry.
Ludwig? Wait up.
I always thought there'd be fireworks and bells going off.
You've just answered your own question, Mr. Viola.
Something like that.
-Where are you going? -None of your beeswax.
-How much does a lawyer cost? -What?
And it's Viola.
...and then it'll all be over in just a couple of minutes.
-Really? -Really?
It's not okay. You wasted a perfectly good poem.
But the bills come to my address. I pay them myself.
Okay, Ludwig. Naptime's over.
Agnes?
-So couldn't this wait until morning? -Wait.
That's all well and good. But I've placed Ludwig under heavy sedation.
Please, don't leave me.
Yes. It's so sad. I've been treating Emily for quite some time...