Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Late. -Late for what?
...and most thoughtful.
That sweet, podgy man is a killer?
Hey, it's flattering.
Not quite.
A nice meal like this could take two hours.
-Shake it. -I'm gonna tell Mr. Bruce you made me.
That kind, playful little cherub is a killer.
-I hope you like it here. -It seems lovely.
He's the dean, baby.
Are you gonna kill me now?
Now, this man has his attitude down pat.
That man over there...?
David!
Who would have guessed, I like sex too.
Please don't kill me.
It's not easy. You get old. Names, places.
One killer hired us to find another.
-You get the check? -He's half hoping he'll lose.
A man came in here, said his name was Farley Wrye.
He wants to have dinner tonight to discuss the case.
Dying slow.
What are you doing?
That's why I hired them.
The whole damn generation's twisted.
All right, you wanna get deep? Let's talk about sex.
Walk. You know? One foot in front of the other?
Please. Please don't kill me.
If he's so good, why are you so happy?
Stupid punk.
-This bar is filled with killers. -I'll meet your friends.
I'm not stupid.
What, you mean at this particular location?
What are we doing here?
Oh! Guest stars.
The snack man usually comes by around 11:00.
Blue Moon Detective Agency. We're detectives with a heart....
Did you hear what I said? Farley Wrye just called.
What's the point of being boss if somebody's telling you what to do?
Ask me about plan B.
So this is it, huh? You and me?