Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and ask if you can trace fingerprints on Jell-O...
Oh, yes.
-Yes, you did. -No, I didn't.
And it would seem one of us killed him.
Are you just going to glare at them, or are you gonna invite them to stay?
Maddie will be glad to drive you there.
David. That's a good name. It's easy to put on cakes.
It meant a lot to him.
-...what about DiPesto? -What about her?
Anyway, I press the doorbell, and it goes "ding."
-Hello? -Miss DiPesto!
Don't touch that man. You don't know where he's been.
To cook.
-The trip is tomorrow. -Go, if you have things to do.
I guess I better go home and call Mr. Sandwich.
-Do you think he's strange? -I've met stranger, I think.
...because I hated the idea of one little pea being separated from his family.
...and the man who brought us all together...
-There were even traces of blood. -Thank God for fingerprints.
...very special.
-Is there a freezer on this train? -No, no, it's not that. It's--
I've finally stopped waiting.
He does it every year.
Excuse me.
Doesn't he do the burning bush thing?
-A picture? -Yeah.
Why couldn't you just say, "1 hope you have a nice time"?
Mystery?
She made me do it. I didn't want to do it. I didn't feel we were ready.
Actually, I'm writing a novel of my own right now.
For no reason, they're just on. Wasting energy, wasting money.
Twenty-two, with good behaviour.
-You're just not spontaneous. -You're right, let's go.
-I've slept better. -And what did you do?
Let me ask you one more question. And please, be honest.
I did not steal a method of death from him. He stole it from me.
Good night, John Boy.
Do you feel something?
Think I never fell in love at night to discover...
She can get hurt in the middle of this. Accusations, innuendoes.