Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Where are you going?

You can't be. You haven't distinguished yourself in this incarnation.

That's not possible. He was fine last time I saw him.

Maybe I should send everyone home. You know, out of respect.

We left the shovels in the pickup truck.

You don't wanna catch your death of cold, do you? And I do mean death.

-It wobbles. -Nonsense.

...10 percent of the jackpot seem fair?

That's no way to talk with a dead body in Miss Hayes' office.

-They were looking for something else. -Mr. Guy was lying to us?

-All right. -Just bring them right in here.

Did anybody see--?

Yeah, come on now.

Oh, David, I wanted to build something here.

David, well, if you didn't trip me, who did?

You hear that? Maybe it's him trying to contact us from the other side.

Don't you wanna look back on your life and say, "I accomplished something?"

I can't remember the last time I had this much fun.

I am not speaking to you.

And you were the Grim Reaper. It was frightening.

My spider sense tells me we are in the money.

Nice enough, but I don't rent to cigar smokers.

Good morning, Miss Hayes.

Losing at strip poker.

Delivery for Madelyn Hayes.

-How did you find us? -Followed you from Mr. Guy's place.

...his office and the locker at his gym.

But unlike you, I can admit to being a tad superstitious.

...to an interested third party.

It'd make death easier to deal with.

He said Cubs were gonna win the World Series.

I don't wanna know what this feels like.

-Somebody wants the half of that ticket. -Can you blame them?

This conversation isn't happening.

I can't do this.

Now you'll be toasty. Perfect fit.

-Come on. Come with us. -We'll take you over to your plot.

Don't suppose you would know if Harry had the ticket on him when--

-He's gone. -Chilling champagne at some shindig.

Is this the third act? It's some sort of plan.

-It wobbles. -It looks all right to me.

-Follow my finger with your eye. -I'm busy.