Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You too, huh?
How long have you been into this?
He said, "I don't want facts. I want a scene. I want drama."
Pretty dead.
Isn't that a line from Mountains and Three-Minute Miles?
-I mean, if you wanted to. -Of course.
-She's a very special lady. -I will.
Why? Is something going on?
You really are excited.
...I hated him during the day?
-Good night, Miss DiPesto. -Good night, Rodney.
Our case is out there.
Of course. You're right.
I know you're not speaking to me...
Mr. Harland didn't leave you. Here you are aboard his murder train.
-...with Rodney-- -Rodney Dillon.
Most people tense up when you take the print, and it smears.
Sell it somewhere else, Miss McCall.
What are we going to do?
-Tell me about her. -What do you want to know?
It is.
That's kind of like a murder-and-clue man.
Why don't you tell them? You're such a gifted storyteller.
Yeah, I know, I can hardly stand the excitement.
-Twenty-four hours? -No need to panic.
Wipe this clean. DiPesto's prints are on it.
He asked me to have dinner with him. Not just sandwiches either.
...I'd like to get off the train.
David.
Shut up! I hate you!
-That didn't hurt a bit, did it? -No.
What are you trying to imply?
-Then who are you? -They're detectives.
I know you. You'd never forgive yourself if something happened to her.
Hello, Miss DiPesto.
Hey, kid, glum up. How bad can it be?
-I hate all men! Men are pigs! -Janet.
But he used it, verbatim, in the book.
Just as we were all ready to be convinced.
David, there's still eight hours left of this train trip.
And Sebastian fawns better than Bambi.
Good golly, it's almost sunrise here on the old Addison Flyer.
-Who are the glad rags for? -You speaking to me?
It's a joke.
...and realize I am not her son. Must have been some mix-up at the hospital.
Press it! Put me out of my misery and press it.
-Right, J.B. -Then it's settled.
-He writes Inspector Doughnut books. -That's "Inspector Dumais."
-Explain this later? -Only if she explains it to me now.
Next thing I heard, your much beloved and much moneyed father died...
-I have to tell you, he's got a-- -Gun!
I mean, couldn't we fingerprint this thing or something?
I couldn't put it down. That stuff with the light switch was brilliant.
Are you talking to me?
For one thing, we could stop this train.
One of us has to keep them occupied...
...each year, I select one reader...
You won't believe it, but you and I almost worked together.
Perhaps it was something he ate.
I could go for a nice glazed ham...
"1 got to get home before my mom gets home from work."
I thought maybe if he saw that I work at a detective agency--
Come on, you know what I'm talking about.