Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've always been jealous.
...for the last time, I did not kill J.B.
He even...
-Wanna know how I did that? -No, I'm wondering why you did that.
-I don't believe it, I won! -You won?
-Hello. -Come in.
You know...
Here.
We used to live together, that's what I'm trying to say.
You guys...
-Good night, Miss Hayes. -Good night, Skyler.
There's no "we're." There is me. There is you.
My opinion?
-Yes, you did! -No, I didn't.
Men don't get left.
Gee, ever since I was a kid.
He pretended that you were the hired help.
Surprising that a man of Harland's influence...
Maybe it's the mystery. Maybe he's faking.
All right, it's my shirt. But it's a phoney clue.
-Off the train? -I didn't pack.
-Someone without luggage. -I don't think--
-It's just fermenting. -You sound so certain.
Well, the next day, I gave it to him.
But I went back to my lab...
-Do something! -What?
I had pictures of you all over my house, trying to make up my mind.
I could use a copy of this myself.
Oh, no. Nothing is going on.
Sebastian Rhodes here.
I don't know what you mean. I had a terrific time.
Certainly.
...which means my mom has to answer it...
I could have killed him.
Oh, there's so much to do!
...but what are we thinking about?
...contemplating her husband Harvey's clavicle.
Some frustrated housewife is staring at a steak knife...
-Agnes DiPesto. -One of my favourite people.
Me, Miss Agnes DiPesto...
He and four of his closest friends...
Yes, sir, Mr. Addison. I don't mind saying...
We're in the bed in the wall.
-Miss DiPesto, in mixed company? -It's not like that. It's better than that.
The night before DiPesto was born, God went to a great party.
One day, I'm over at my friend's house, and I'm thinking: