Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd like your input,

Well, uh, start working On your mental autopsy

See, i can't help myself, Either.

Probably a stolen one.

I didn't recognize you With your clothes on.

There's something strange And disarming

Let's keep looking For the witness, okay?

In my own small corner Of the world.

Throw her a fucking raft.

He did him quick And got him out of the way.

You better be a cop.

And the ritual Is intoxicating.

You can give me a fucking Analysis on the blood spatter.

I'm at a crime scene by the Shithole the seven seas motel,

No, not ice-cream trucks.

You got that look In your eye.

* pero mira, Baila, baila cayuquito *

Out of my head?

Hanging in there?

All that blood on the walls Looks like a finger painting.

Now it's just A matter of time

That's not good enough.

I don't find anyone Around here.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

There were a lot of bones In there, dexter,

So you got any ideas yet?

Ahoy, there, captain! Any big marlin out there today?

Never leave home Without my rubber gloves.

I do tell you, dad. The hell you do!