Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't believe you people. J.B. is lying here dead...
Absolutely. Sebastian never really was part of our group.
Oh, come on, not you.
The engineer is locked in the engine room.
It's easy to hate someone who swears undying love...
Can he eat without you cutting his food up first?
I will throw you off this train if necessary...
-David. -He disappeared. Check in here.
Sebastian, please spare us.
-It's Saturday night, I have plans. -Haven't you heard of midnight Mass?
Don't do that. Addison!
Why don't you just turn around and look?
...spend exactly 24 hours aboard a train bound for nowhere.
We can meet again first thing in the morning.
You think I was never hurt? This smile is scar tissue!
He didn't say a word.
She was sitting there, asking for words that rhyme with "detective."
Get it? Normally, our doorbell goes "ding-dong."
Let's think a second.
Actually, I'm working on a little story of my own right now.
A wonderful man.
-Miss DiPesto? -Agnes?
...to figure out that nerves are raw. Everybody is a little tired.
-It isn't you. And it isn't me. -Addison?
It's okay, Maddie, you can open your eyes now.
Fine. Fine.
Thank you for helping me with my stuff.
Which means I gotta ring the doorbell...
Get inside! Wait a minute!
-What did you win? -A contest!
-Rodney. -Yes?
-Did anyone suggest "effective"? -Addison.
Talk about life imitating art.
My prints are on the knife. It's going to cost my life.
There's no place I'd rather be less than on this train.
So I get on my bike, and I'm riding home as fast as I can.
My name is J.B. Harland.
"Loved." Past tense.
-Good night, Sebastian. -Good night, Janet.
Am I being fair to Rodney?
She's trying to frame him. It's obvious. Skyler has no motive.
-Better! -J.B. Harland. I know who he is.
It's true, I had lunch with her yesterday.