Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dizzy Dog's crying out, "Help me. Lin, Help me. Help me." hang up.
I kind of close my eyes, and, uh, an image appears in my brain.
Who you gonna arrest? You.
Okay. Oh, I'm getting something else.
I got all those other predictions right.
Lots of wallets and purses and jewelry.
Hi, Teddy.
You know, they could end up anywhere.
But if I did, when would it happen?
Impersonating a psychic.
He just told you. Yeah.
You're stealing her thunder again!
I'm gonna get a train ticket.
Better start washing dishes.
I predict this is my husband.
- Ow. That l-looked like it hurt. - It's not funny, Bob!
He's actually gonna win.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Okay. The next person to walk in will be tall, dark and handsome.
This is weird. I'm feeling something. No, you're not.
The burglar reportedly went in...
What about the Wharf Art Center?
I... see a color. It's your favorite color.
Just like you're a horse.
Oh. Your mother has gone nuts.
Yeah. Oh. That's actually a relief.
Oh, God. I Kaiser-Soze'd myself.
Uh... four.
Sure, I'd love to.
I got bad news.
Is it the Wharf Art Center?
Blend into the crowd, you know?