Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait a second, I know you.

Now I'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision.

my imagination was my escape.

We were just strangers living under the same roof..."

- It was so painful. - What are you still doing here?

No, I'm not drunk.

Mom, those are just paintings.

Matching casings were found at a murder scene last night.

What are you doing?

When you didn't come out, I figured we'd just regroup here.

We just have to wait.

Restoration antiques.

No, it's amazing.

I hadn't noticed.

What do you want, Luther?

Mr. Hargreeves was a great man.

Um, I'm sorry to interrupt, but, uh... could you come back to the house?

You mind drawing that tattoo?

At a certain point, it's not about practice.

I'm not sure what you mean, Diego.

"...damaged by our upbringing..."

Get out! You can't be here!

Good. And there was... Ah, yeah.

I've done unimaginable things, things you couldn't even comprehend.

I could, uh... clear my schedule.

He didn't even give you a room to sleep in.

She was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy.

Oh, this? No, no. I can do this whenever.

Do you remember the boy from that night?

Well, let's get back out there and kill this little shit.

All these materials, this is what I'd use on a normal house...

Uh... I don't know.

- What's he talkin' about? - Does it matter? It's Klaus.

We were our father's creation, family in name...

You were great today.