Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You don't say.
-Al Britton. Good to meet you. -You too.
-Tell us what, wood chips? -Heh.
-Then you're a dick too. -Apparently, I'm not.
Hey. Quit picking at that.
[SIGHS]
...was physical trauma. Now, what does that mean?
[ENGINE STARTS]
All right, so what can do that?
[MOUTHS] On three.
Frank was in Maumee over the weekend. Softball tournament.
The plot thickens.
[PANTING]
GIRL: Hi, Dean.
She died, about 20 years ago.
Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one.
Yeah. Big heart.
Am I haunted?
.
[MACHINES THUDDING]
[SIGHS]
-We're hunting a ghost. -A Ghost, exactly. Who does that?
-Let me see some ID. SAM: Certainly.
SAM [IN VOICEOVER]: You're going back.
(Creature barking)
Sam, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal.
-Yeah, a few hours ago. -How are we doing on time?
[COUGHS]
Nothing I couldn't handle.
[MOUTHS] What?
[COUGHING
[LIP-SYNCHING]
Me and Frank....
-Howdy, Sam. -Hey, Bobby.
Dean. Hey.
[HEART BEATING LOUDLY]
There's no way we're gonna find all the remains.
-We do that, the disease should clear up. -You thinking Frank's wife?
[IN VOICEOVER] They know what you did.
I knew Frank since high school.
You're kidding me.
Like he's scared.