Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, if you're not going to talk, I'm gonna have to fill the silence...

I think maybe you guys should check that out.

I always wondered why you kept in touch after...

Anyway. Year four, flowers.

Would you go ahead and please delete that picture?

And I used the last of my trust fund to buy him a bar.

In the course of that time, you've had the opportunity...

I blew him semi-regularly

Thank you for your support tonight. Let's find Amy.

And because you're you...

She's one of my students.

Don't be afraid to play up the dufus husband thing, Nick.

And I'll make sure that no one forgets the pain you caused me.

God. I feel sick.

It's fantastic.

Did you know she was pregnant?

I got guys on the clock in here. But you give me 30 minutes.

She's a cool girl.

- I didn't know this. - Okay.

I mean, what is wrong with this barkeep?

And then he brushes the sugar off my lips so he can taste me.

Wait for your clueless husband...

Amy was so nurturing.

In her own words, this man may kill me.

The bathtub has a massage cycle.

Because our guys did a luminol test.

That's terrible.

So, these are 2,000 thread-count...

I need 20 seconds where you don't judge me, interrupt me...

Let's talk about your mom, how close you were.

They only took margo to fuck with you.

I wanted to help.

- You tend bar... - I own the bar.

I have no idea.

She was trying to give me a casserole.

Did you tell them that, Nick?

Who was also named Monica.

My colleagues tell me that you are not yet married.

- A year and a half. - You lied to me for over a year?

Grown-ups work for things.

If This Case Had Been Left In Your Deeply Incompetent Hands... My husband would be on death row

We'll be right back.

Don't worry. I know exactly what to say.

You challenge me. You surprise me.

All those awful couples we know.

How fucking terrible she made me feel.

...there's more to him than meets the eye.

Sorry, but we really need the money.

Boo-hoo, I got laid off. I guess I'll fuck a teenager.

You know what? You're right.

Wounded, raped wife battles her way back to her husband...

Well, if Tiffany says...

I would never, ever hurt you.

She doesn't even know Amy.

In the next book, amazing Amy became a prodigy.

I'm here in a strictly journalistic capacity.

Yeah, you gotta clear everything out, here.

Especially when you factor in the secret teenage girlfriend.

I'm so exhausted.

- Five years. - Five?

I'd hidden some puppets at go's...

Sweetheart, think.

Nick's idea of culture was a reality TV marathon...

His majesty prefers not to be moistened.

It wasn't like that, okay? You have no idea how shitty it was with Amy...

We got a hurt, young girlfriend who will no doubt go public at any moment.

We'll play hot, doting husband, sweet, loving spouse.

On the very first night that we met...

And, two, don't talk to me that way, ever.

And I have been complicit...

What's up, jitters?

We found this day one, in the fireplace in your home office.

Look, these two are yours.

- Can't we get a wire? - That's not gonna work.

That's a problem for you.

Everybody's examining me and projecting their shit on me.

- Good night. - Good night.

I'll go out on the water with a handful of pills...

Then we'll need to realign the public's perception of Amy.

We're partners in crime.

And I'm laid off...

Yeah, we might say hi to them on the street.

if this case had been left in your deeply incompetent hands...

I hope you don't mind me coming by.

You hate that watch.

that's just frightening.

Promise me we'll talk every day.

And when Sharon airs tomorrow, we'll be looking at a whole new you.

I don't wanna be without you.

Harvest the details of her humdrum life.

And this big party celebrating this fictional wedding.

Look under her dress.

And she leaves clue number one for the police...

Nick wants me gone but he won't ask for a divorce.

We moved to Missouri to save Maureen...

But I want that Nick.

Yeah, I know all about desi collings.

So, I gave it to Amy.

When I thought she was gone.

Will be recorded.

We took a hit on the brownstone...

That turns men into animals?

Big as a two-by-four, right? Big as a club.

Now, who would believe you?

The truth is, Amy didn't want kids.

I think it's your chin.

Thank you all for coming out.

I know this one!

I could tell you about my recent customer service experience...