Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-So you and J.B. Harland aren't--? -No, not anymore. Not really.
You do good work, Rodney. I'm telling my friends about you.
Gotta admit, pretty plush.
It's not easy being a single woman in the 1980s, is it?
My name is Agnes.
Of what? Relax, it's almost the weekend.
All my friends go to this school.
I think that makes you and me mice.
Truth be told, I suspected Sebastian from the beginning.
It certainly is.
-I couldn't have done it alone. -We wouldn't leave you stuffless.
Everyone is scared, Agnes.
...of a coronary.
Button?
He's got an in backstage. After the show, you can...
Excuse me.
Maybe that's part of the mystery.
Women get left, like a toy that you're tired of...
...the fingerprints came up clear as a bell.
I found it. I found the murder weapon.
Yep. Only none of these people were in it, including you.
Do go on. I so enjoy seeing you make a fool of yourself.
In fact, you're better than great. You're great-great.
The last time I was in a train station...
-Who? -You.
The theatre. Let me guess, this guy got you fifth-row-centre tickets for Cats.
Miss DiPesto.
Say that in English.
He reviewed everything that J.B. wrote.
Well, maybe if we all just sat down--
...you supplied the crimes, the clues, the solutions.
...I felt like I had to eat every single pea on my plate...
I get home, slam on the coaster brakes, throw the bike down...
-No, it's Maddie. -And David.
-Fine. -Fine.
You never really know what's going on.
-Hot food. -Hot food?
No, as I explained, that isn't possible.
I better get back to my room.
Don't think I was campaigning to have you removed from the train.
It depends on what you consider a hot date.
...I look up, the lights are still on.
...and is causing him to hallucinate.
...that J.B. really loved me.
-Who? -Who?
Are those dates correct, Rodney?
I feel funny asking, but since I don't know where the train's going...
Art? Don't make me laugh. What we've got here is life imitating trash.
David Addison.
-Well.... -Yes?
Even if they're only in jest.