Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What you told the police.
- That's all they can do now. - I wish I could tell my mom that.
She imagined the stuffed animals in the nursery...
Dead! Dead.
Is, uh, any of this working for you?
You told the truth.
He said she killed herself, and her only child was dead.
[ Voices Whispering, Garbled]
I'm usually the one who calls the shots.
And if that means that you have to fight...
Yes.
Well, when she's not in bed or worrying about absolutely everything...
Thank you.
Decide to go as a sausage for Halloween this year?
Well, they've gotta be in the house somewhere.
The rapist in the- in the suit.
Look at me.
Where is he?
Could you get me a glass of water, please?
[ Gasps ] Wh-Where'd he go?
I swear to Christ- If you're about to diagnose me with post-traumatic shock syndrome...
[Man On Speakers] ♪ I love sex♪
No, it was a through-and-through. I'm fine.
You're so weird and pathetic. I'm surprised you haven't gone after me.
No. I'm dead.
We can make ourselves unknown...
We don't have to be prisoners to this house anymore.
[ Marcy] She must've had a granddaughter.
She said that she- she was dead...
I know. I agree.
- What happened? - We're fine.
None of this is exactly evidence of infidelity.
- Can you come downstairs? - Coming.
It's not fair that they're trapped in a place like this.
- What? What just happened? - [ Groans ]
- It's gotten dangerous. - But I wasn't shooting you.
Who knows, Mrs. Harmon?
There, there, madam.
I love you too.
I've never said this to any of my employers...
Well, firstly, I wanted to let you know...
[ Door Creaking ]