Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, fuck, this is my fault. I'm sorry.
Take a guy who sleeps with 100 women a year, go into his childhood...
Genaros.
And Harry....
Do you get it? I'm on the hook. The hook is my home. Do you understand?
Harry?
No.
Now, where you going?
Captain Fucking Magic.
-You want to fuck me. -Stop helping. Stop helping.
-I got a little nonplussed there. -This is crazy. I understand.
Let's see.
Perry said this chick was deep into the born-again bit...
This was for your shoes. You handed it to me for my face?
The keys! Get the keys!
Go home before something bad happens to you.
Please, they're no different from anywhere else.
Dabney wants you to take detective lessons.
-Are you okay? -Not really, no.
One, two, three!
But whatever, he's creepy. Fuck him. Don't worry about him.
-Harry. -What?
...because that's who I told you I'd be.
Killed herself, by the way.
...the guy who wrote the books said Jonny was a joke.
You're the guys who were wearing the masks.
-Watch your hand. -Harry!
Watch it.
And I have this thing where, like halfway in the middle, I just...
-Fuck! He's the one who said it. -Or I can kill you here.
Which one?
...it was one for the books.
...but what do you want me to do, lie about it?
Right there, at your 11 o'clock.
Fuck. For chrissake, Harry, it was forever ago.
Okay, I apologize.
Killed herself. I solved your case for you.
What?
How about you? Did your father love you?
You have reached the offices of Sentron, Inc. Leave a message.
You may as well have pulled the trigger.
Don't steal any more shit.
-And stop narrating. -Obviously.
How am I supposed to know? Fire escape, maybe.
We're very sorry about the mix-up on our part.
And that little experiment will end in tears, my friend.
No, there was a spider. There was a big spider.
-What? -Nothing.
Then we'll go fix your finger.
-link to the items found in the Silver Lake home...
-Suicide? -Yes-
-You're patronizing me. -No, I'm not. It's just a funny little buzz.
-I'll give you a buzz. -Die.
Could I have a Jack and soda? Thanks.
I hope it isn't past your bedtime.
Try the ring toss. Three for a quarter. Look how easy it is.
...was subsequently murdered or where...
Fuck off. Was there a gun?
They gave away my crickets.
...resulting in at least two deaths, and possibly a third tonight.
It's not like I did it for kicks.
You see, Papa was at her night after night.
WHAT DO I KNOW? I’M A BEAR I SUCK THE HEADS OFF FISH
Harold.
Twelve o'clock, that's them. One of them is on foot.
They panic. They got a body, they've gotta dispose of the evidence.
I'm on the case. Here is my card.
I shot him with a small revolver I keep near my balls.
Remember how I said this high school chick haunted me?
-I'm asking a question. -If you ask questions...
You have to move her. If it's a frame-up, some asshole's calling the cops on you.
How did I get here? See for yourself.
Bye.
-I got the gun you gave me. -You what?
Look around, there's younger and better.
Chook Chutney? Yeah, he's gay.
-I'll tell you why. -Oh, my God.
-Are you a detective? -Who told you that?
What if little sis had been murdered by the same assholes...
Harmony!
Oh, God, Harry, I am so sorry about that. How is it?