Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Besides, which would we rather hand over to the police...
But they weren't there. I wiped them clean before you got it.
The mail came, she started to open it, and then she screamed.
...his schedule is rather cluttered for the next 30 years.
Rodney's the name, solving mysteries my game.
Well...
I suspected the truth as soon as I saw the body in the berth.
-...danger, romance. -Do tell.
Beats the hell out of my weekend plans.
I wonder if she didn't hide the murder weapon in her room.
-Maddie. -David.
...if none of you tried to stop me.
-How exactly does this game work? -I'm not really sure.
Better than that?
-Ta-dal -Ta-da what?
I'm gonna fry, I wanna cry.
We've been waiting for you.
His murder train's the best.
That's not easy.
...and peas.
It was all true. He's a genius. I've been reading his books for years.
-We're moving. -Do we have to?
...that I was sure you would come up with the answer.
I know it's impossible for you to see over that mound of flesh...
Well, as I'm sure you're aware...
My nerves are really shook. J.B. is dead, it's on my head.
What a convincing performance. I know I'm moved.
...with fawning admirers.
Thanks.
-Good night, Agnes. -Don't you stay too late.
...pretty romantic.
-l don't know. -Just a shot in the dark...
Yes. I work as a technical adviser for J.B.
My foot is not in your face.
Or, actually, you.
-But you're the one in the picture. -What picture?
This is not my fault.
You had to get rid of him, didn't you?
-What track are we looking for? -Let's see.
-Gutty choice. -A five-page essay and my picture.
This is a riveting story.
-Yeah, I know. -I'd go.
Carpeting on the walls.
Somebody planted it to make me look guilty.
...they're gonna find you between "Bob loves Mary" and "Jesus saves."
Remember that blackout in 1965, the East Coast blacked out for a night?
-You did this on purpose. -No, I didn't.
I did it. Overloaded the whole system because I left my lights in my room on.
You went to J.B. for a loan, didn't you?
They were seeing me off and got stuck on the train.
About a night like this, on a train like this?
The invitation was lost in the mail.
Whoever did it will have a dandy time watching you race down blind alleys.
No motive? He hated J.B.
-I'm gonna tell you something. -Miracle of miracles.
But my friends call me Miss DiPesto.
...a good murder...