Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...50 that one killer can find another.

Big sets, lights. Wanna hear its name?

David, we've got to do something to stop this.

-How did he take it? -It's late.

Okay, I'll tell you. It's called:

That's my hell.

Did you at least tell him we were off the case?

There has to be an easier way.

I know I'm excited.

You gotta learn to relax and give a girl a chance.

What do you mean, "not anybody"?

...then run over Baxter and pick up my shirts."

Oh, is this your regular hangout, or does this have to do with the case?

Played torch songs. Tried to make ladies cry.

Maddie and Farley sitting in a tree K-I-§-S-I-N-G

If I wasn't so happy, I'd feel terrible.

I have to tell you this.

Well, what is it that you want?

-The phones don't ring. -Is that all?

-That won't be necessary. -I know that.

Let's forget this whole detective business.

Second-raters have been tracking him down, trying to take him out.

It had to be at least $120.

You know what that means?

-Hire him? -For those of us who tuned in late...

-How am I doing? -I'm taking notes.

Yeah, that's Wrye with a W. Yes, I'll hold.

Watch what you say. You're gonna blow it for Miss Congeniality.

-You have a plan B? -Amazing but true.

"Nefarious: something unspeakably wicked."

-You know how to get ahold of him? -He calls daily to check our progress.

-How'd it work? -Like a charm, an expensive charm.

We get some cute little girl to play the ticket seller.

Tell him you found his son, and I'm just dying to meet with him.

That's Antoine's station.

Twenty minutes.

It's what you make to someone you'll never see again, to get the good stuff.

I'm dying, Maddie.

Hello? Do you have a Farley Wrye registered at this hotel?

-What's this client's name? -What? What does it matter?