Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I always called you Sparky. -But Sparky isn't my name.

-That's an open-and-shut case. -I'm not saying any more.

-But this is the ladies' room. -Agnes.

Gibson and O'Rourke.

Yeah, I can see that.

I can't stay here. I have to be some place.

But you just can't let someone get away with murder.

I guess I screwed everything up...

Agnes, I'm three storeys high, stop kidding around.

-But a suicide note was found. -Yep.

-I got it. -I've got it.

-Thanks, Mr. Addison. -Knock them dead, kid.

It's a small world after all.

I'm sorry I had to leave the party a little early last night.

What about my responsibility?

However, I have found the truth.

Agnes, please. This is the first time you've met my family...

They can write cheques for anything...

My career is here in California.

I don't know if we can spare you that time.

-Agnes? -Yeah, Agnes DiPesto.

I'm not a nitwit.

You. She'd still be alive if it wasn't for you.

-It's the least I can do. -The least you can do is shave.

Better yet, I'll start from the beginning.

But that man is a viper.

I am doing something that makes me terribly happy.

-Don't let them bully you around. -Thank you.

But the thing is...

Say something, Aunt Lenora.

Agnes, you're just so valuable around here.

Cooking the books.

-Yeah, the bones thing. Can you-- -Burt. Burt. Burt.

...is forcing me into marrying a woman who eats cannoli for a living.