Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thurber, Thurber.

Yes, yes, let's begin, shall we? I call the committee to order.

[Thurber] Gabriel!

So, William, tell me about your art.

[Thurber] Sweetheart, you didn't meet whoever sent this, did you?

[whispering intensifies]

[Rebecca] Mm-hmm.

I worry he's grown more sensitive with age.

[high-pitched note playing]

[eerie music playing]

[deep growling, snarling]

Would you care to enlighten us?

[chuckles] I'm sor….

…I'd hear them through the floor.

-You want some tea? -Sure.

Remember, the neck is a limb.

[foreboding music playing]

I'm only gonna say this once.

I want you to be the first to see it.

Someone's up awfully late this evening.

If you ask me, I think people are rather tired of that crazy stuff.

-[continues rambling] -Sh, sh, sh, sh.

[Pickman] …suffering from the most terrible…

Smithfield is proclaiming he has it in the bag.

[Pickman] Back.

Just get it done!

-Hello, William. -Pleasure to meet you, sir.