Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's odd. What?
I'm not gonna take the blame for your screwups. Get off of it, Kenyon.
- [Both Chuckle] - [Vehicle Horn Honks]
an intimate relationship.
Mrs. Fletcher. What can I do for you, Doctor?
Thank you, ma'am. You've... You've been a big help, and I appreciate it.
Any tests you need, Marge, don't spare the horses. Of course, Mr. Porter.
Melanie, you got yourself so worked up that you really are gonna get sick.
Boy, this place really is a small town, isn't it?
Guard arrived at 11:15. The neighbor heard the shot around 11:05. Now, how could that be uncertain?
Well, now, wait a damn minute. What? All right, Lieutenant. You can come out now.
The one outside was fired to mask the time of the death.
No, maybe not. Might not have the time.
How about some more, angel of mercy? Why don't we wait until we're finished here?
Well, thank you. Mm-hmm.
My help? What for?
Hush, ma'am. Talk like that... put us lawyers out of business.
Uh, excuse me, Ms. Fletcher? Seems as how I owe you an apology, ma'am,
It's called Dr. Sam's Number One Rule.
after all we've been through... "Good-bye"?
Oh. By the way, will you write and let me know how the lovebirds are getting along? Ah. Sadie and Barney. Will do.
And why put the body in the pond in the first place?
you know, I'm not sure that I can swing that.
Excuse me. I... I was just daydreamin'.
[Man On TV] New technology in petrochemicals to aid the U.S. In the space race.
I thought you were savin' jacks. Mm-mmm.
- Solve a murder. - By an intruder? [Laughs]
You've got too many people who are really sick here. Don't tell me about responsibility, Ellison.
Know the type. My husband, Zeb, was a lot like him...
My wife died about nine years ago. Don't have any kids.
[Laughs] Mmm, I'm so proud to have you testifying.
Look, Mr. Porter... Hmm.
You said it was Dr. Ellison's. I said, I heard Dr. Ellison kept a gun in his car.
Um, she plays a mean game.
and see what happened to the contracts for those oil rights.
He must've dropped them. Yeah, but he was already in the house. Why were his keys out of his pocket?
- Got any ideas? - [Chuckling] I'm sorry, Ray.
- Did you trace the gun to him? - Well, no, but...
I've gotta fly to Denver on Monday. Got that brief there for the Supreme Court.
[No Audible Gunshot]
I didn't say this was his.
Why, thank you, Mr. Porter.
After everybody else was gone, he went to the den.
There was no answer to her knock.
[Chuckles] Good night, now.
I went home and I had a hell of a cry.