Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Anyway, a couple of months ago...
If I can't convince him to leave this house...
Is there something I can help you with?
I don't know. I guess I'll just look him in the eye and say, "Ludwig--"
-What happened? -You fainted.
-Horning in? I'm just trying to-- -Leave.
I didn't mean to startle you, but I'm here to see Mrs. Renborn.
...about logical explanations.
-You're taking that case. -Don't know what you're talking about.
Young lady, my wife is not interested in buying or subscribing to anything.
This is where I wanna be.
But how'd you make the lights go out?
Our plate is full.
Not the building.
-...a company credit card. -I don't have one.
And thank you for thinking of Blue Moon.
So, what I think I'll do is go to a library.
Case? What case? What's going on here?
Sounds like this conversation is over.
And when Miss Hayes asked you to handle the McPheny case...
We'll only be a minute. I'd have more sedatives ready if I were you.
No. I never met her. But sister has.
Well, it's gonna sound a bit crazy, I'm afraid.
-You're competing with me! -No, Herbert. I'm ignoring you.
...a thorough knowledge of the scientific method...
Mr. Viola isn't doing casework.
Thank God, there's a doctor in the house. Ludwig is dead.
Me? Scream? Do I look like a screamer?
The land on which this house rests was once open savanna.
I ain't afraid of no ghosts.
Ludwig, my good man, you are about to find out...
I made Mrs. Renborn go out into the hall.
Yes, it has gotten messy.
Butt the hell out of my life!
And I've never asked for a raise over cost of living.
While I do not condone what you did, I can't help but admire your initiative.
I know this isn't a typical case.
Ladies first.
A few cc's of this will calm you right down.
The white wig. That's Emily.
Even when Jake is sitting right there in the same room...