Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Well, he did try to frame you. -Yeah, I know.

Wouldn't the killer have taken the weapon and thrown it off the train?

...invited me, one time, to spend a weekend at his estate.

Not that kind of sterile.

-Yes, you did! -No, I didn't.

Oh, gee, already?

...in a way that would prove once and for all that you were the clever one.

-Sorry to bother you. -No bother.

This is a hubbub of activity here, but we'll find a way to survive without you.

The train is moving.

Besides, one meal does not a romance make.

I sent him a picture of me at the office.

...iravelling across the country by train...

That was your idea?

I think you underestimate the sensitivity...

...or like a car that doesn't go fast enough.

No, press the button and get us out.

I didn't even know I could write before I worked for him.

I even thought about it.

The truth is, I owe the world to J.B.

Does anyone know who I can talk to about stopping the train?

I go into my pocket for a key...

I know, but something's on my mind.

...and maturity of this group. They're not hysterical.

I'll admit there were times I would have liked to.

We think you're great-great too.

So I had to let you catch yourself.

This group gets together once a year...

The body in her bed, the prints on the knife.

...I began to develop a deep and meaningful relationship...

What would you like us to do?

Don't touch me, I'm sterile.

What are you doing?

-My kind of button. All right. -Can we leave now?

...but during the J.B. Harland Murder Train trip...

I'll go check the schedule.

Say, you're good at this.

-Come here, give it a test ride. -I'll take your word for it.

-Great-great? -Bye-bye.

What it would look like, what he would say to his victim.

Tá pensando o que?

Think about it for a minute.

...the ones he did care about.

All this is yours?

...a spurned lover of some lustful lad is picking up a revolver...

He asked me to marry him...

You think I never cried myself to sleep because the phone didn't ring?

-Addison! -Not bad.

Are you suggesting we turn J.B.'s death into a game?

-It's gotta be somewhere in her room. -Leave no stone unturned.

...but I specialize in cakes and breads...

Well, I don't know.

I did not get us shanghaied on this train on purpose. As long as we're--

Shouldn't you be put through the wringer like everyone else?

Rodney, I'm telling you, man, if you don't duck down right now...