Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jess, your door needs to lock.
Hey, uh, if I get hit by a bus, where's the closest hospital?
to get rid of Luke's women, thin out the competition.
Help me up!
My marriage is over. We don't even do oral anymore.
She hired me to fix your door.
Solve this, P.I. lady.
Probably.
- Go home and ask him. - Luke.
Fine. What time do you open?
Nice. That was good.
He's the new Head of Oncology. Please.
You can never see God coming. Pray with us.
Have them give me a call.
It's called "private investigations" for a reason.
Because she was brainwashed?
She's yelling. She's freaking out.
Sleep it off. Forget you were here.
She's guilty.
That's the answer to a different question.
Or better still, not seen and not heard. Get into that closet.
He made me jump...
All I can think is you hired yourself
- Pam, what? What is it? - You have to talk to your wife.
You should have stayed to make sure.
But now I know his.
It's French for "chicken."
- No! He'll control you, too! - Stop it. Stop it!
Shut up.
You tossed a man twice your size across the bar with one hand.
Team work?