Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That kid over there. He's the victim's Little Brother.

Who knows what's going on in there.

I seriously can't even pronounce,

How the hell am I getting to Alan York?

One in the head. One in the heart.

Wait. I don't understand what you're saying.

You're gonna join me?

When three things go well in a row:

I guess I picked the wrong people to take to small claims court

(SLAMS PHONE ON TABLE)

they tend to bleed.

When you need another delivery, how do you get in touch with Blaine?

You're a zombie. You have visions.

You're a lousy host.

I identified myself as a doctor

(FAINTLY) What?

survives on the brains of murdered teenagers.

Where can I find Blaine?

(CLEARS THROAT)

(PAINTBALL GUN FIRING)

Penny and I would've been able to enroll Anna in a world-class private school.

He wants to talk about a business opportunity.

Hey, you need to pull it together.

Blaine murders teenagers and delivers their brains to zombies.

Uh... (CHUCKLES)

(PHONE RINGING)

All those drawings? He did them before Everett asked to be his Big Brother.

I'm telling you it wasn't!

Tell the nice lady where we were.

That phrase is how he kept a clear conscience.

Sorry for your loss, ma'am. Please have a seat.

Was there anyone who could account for you,

I was just about to start reconstituting

Everything okay, amigo?

He got into a fight.

That's, like, uh, poo, right?

RAVI: Major, you home?

No, Julien will handle the delivery.

That's priceless.