Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's not like you're sharing a bathroom with him.

-He's in a better place now. -I never cared for that.

I'll make it worth your while. Would say...

David, I know that look.

Maybe it's glandular.

-Dial again. -In a second.

I don't wanna ever see you again. I just wanna get out of here now.

You put out your leg and tripped me.

-Miss Hayes? -Thank God.

Light goes out when you close the lid. All right.

-How may we help you? -I'm here about a friend who's missing.

-Looking for fingerprints. -I'm sorry.

...for something that's purely recreational.

I'm gonna go for the special, comes with dessert.

-David. -What's the matter, still a little jumpy?

-When you die, you die. -Then?

My associate and I had resigned ourselves...

I'm just glad Mr. Soffer didn't live to see his place turned upside down.

Me and the missus ain't quite dead yet.

Another party is looking?

Well, busy, busy.

Did you forget the client?

Perhaps, that's why ghosts float.

Well, it ain't like he's ticklish.

Hi, boys, you've reached 976-BONE.

-What've you done? -Everything.

Only two bad guys in the whole graveyard...

How else could we deal with a concept...

-How about, he croaked? -I like that better. It makes more sense.

I'm not against having fun. It's gotta be the right fun at the right time.

No, I mean dead, really dead.

A little white lie, I confess.

What, the phone ring and a voice say, "Maddie. Yeah, almighty here.

Oh, please do. You make such a nice young couple.

Oh, come on don't be a stiff.

Don't worry, Agnes, he ain't gonna bite you.

His car is probably down here somewhere.