Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Driver isn't sure where he picked her up.
(SIGHS)
I would've heard if a new body had turned up.
Too intrepid?
- It's on a boat. - Thanks for the invite, but I have plans.
Do tell.
Why is there a bullet hole in the roof of my car?
Stereo, TV.
Lieutenant's breathing down my neck, and I'm back to square one.
Well played, Marcy the rival.
With your current condition, certainly makes drawing blood a challenge.
Guess what he was missing?
Aw, man. See, now I want to be a zombie.
(GASPS)
She knew she was gonna die. It's personal now.
- A strong male role model? - And a half-pound of brain.
when you know you are going to make it in a zombie apocalypse
You traded a topnotch residency at the hospital
Like you're in a hospice.
(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)
when you bag your first collar, right?
And as God is my witness, you'll never be hungry again.
Oh. I'm not really a party person.
We got here just in time.
Controlling, relentless, vindictive, schizo crazy bitch.
No ID, no matching prints so far.
You got justice for another, and you got a very bad man off the streets.
LIV: As a matter of fact, I was.
These.
Okay.
- "We"? - So we can all be together.
On the other hand, how often can you say you've been changed,
It was just a hunch. Forget it.
You're not dead. You're undead.
Hey! Karl Marx!
Going to the police with her potential murderer is the least you can do.
Did you talk to Tess?
Oh, what? You're gonna say, “my psychic friend here says you're a murderer.
(SOBBING) Tatiana was always stealing things. She couldn't help it.
Everyone screws with the new guy.
That's the soul crusher.
What station do you want? Tombstones? Blood splatter?
That kind of depends on what you say.
Sorry. Something's come up.
It's one of the things that keeps me up at night.
I'll pick him up, maybe grab some lunch. (SNIFFS)
So, what? Did she have moosehead in the bloodstream?
I got mad and suddenly I was 99% zombie.
Hmm.
without feeling obligated to list my top desert island albums.
I can choose to be a decent person.
Great, thanks.
- Who's Tess? - Her friend.
his reaction will let us know how psychic you really are.
Maybe he was celebrating drunk cowboy style.
A virus, like rabies, but not. Something worse.
I tortured myself obsessing over every worst-case scenario,