Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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