Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God. Poor Marge.

They haven't got a thing. Don't they?

Milton Porter at your service. It is an honor to welcome you to Texas.

But if you want to deal with facts, let's go.

Good-bye, Ray. I'll let you know if I'm hit with an inspiration.

Which you're not, or maybe you wish you were?

You should see them when Dr. Sam's around. They bicker like schoolboys. Oh.

- and it could've been moved. - Oh.

- He was murdered last night. - Murdered? How?

Oh, Nurse Wells will take you to your room.

and dumped the body into the pool so that the heated water would make the time of death difficult to figure out.

Now, would you do me the courtesy and never call me at my home again.

Yes. Yes. Well,

I'll be in late. I want Peabody up and walkin', no matter how much he complains.

well, they send an officer out to check.

when Dr. Garver was killed?

And I thought we were gonna go to Hong Kong in a month? Uh-huh.

We'll let ballistics decide if it's the murder weapon.

Mr. Porter, I'm Dr. Wesley Kenyon. We met briefly at the hospital the other day.

Ellison should have come to her aid immediately last night.

Ms. Fletcher. You all right, ma'am? I sure am sorry.

- Can I help you into bed? - Oh, no, no. I think I'll just stay here for a while.

No, Lieutenant. I... I'm not sure it was an intruder.

The murder weapon was obviously planted in her locker by the real killer.

I'll do anything I can. I owe it to Dr. Sam.

All I got left are Philip and a couple of cousins in Alaska.

Until further notice, you are being put on carrot juice.

By the way, I'm invitin' Dr. Ellison for brunch on Sunday.

Oh, that's too bad. Well, we'll see you around.

- You heard "the" shot? One shot? - That's right.

Lieutenant, do you have any blanks for your gun?

- We were about to send a search party out for you. Where have you been? - Well, as you can see, I was in good hands.

Miss Wilson. Oh, sugar, we're gonna be birds of a feather.

A bad rap from Sam Garver could finish either one of them.

Dr. Ellison has prescribed Dr. Sam's world-famous apple flapjacks...

Got mine tryin' to take a shortcut on a Texas two-step.

My leg is really beginning to act up. Oh, yes. Of course.

Accusin' one thing, winning's another.