Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but you live for putting the scumbags away.

Uh, we also got IDs on all the deceased gentlemen.

- I don't know if we ever agreed on much. - We agreed on some things.

We'll pick this up later.

Oh, my God, the sex was amazing.

What? What? What's the big deal with this eye, anyway?

She... Well, she has this cat that always goes missing.

And if you call me "young man" one more time,

What? What do you mean?

Uh, the eye. It hasn't been purchased by a client yet.

She's... She's a bit of a prodigy.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - Italian for dinner?

It's been a rough couple of days.

This isn't twenty questions, old man. Weird how?

Oh, I don't know, did you want a last name?

...beat the shit out of us.

You don't get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.

Yeah... but I'm not anymore.

- Where did you get that? - What do you care?

I... I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying.

When Claire was little, I used to read her books about the moon.

Exactly what don't you understand?

in the next seven days.

- Well, that settles that. - Well, there is just one thing.

Not from what I heard.

and I gotta listen to you complain about that, too.

Oh, well, lucky bastard.

Gee, wish I'd thought of that.

...touching, all that stuff about family and Dad and time. Wow!

Maybe they saw something.

No talking during mealtimes.

Yeah, I was wrong about Diego. You know, to accuse my own brother of that is just...

as really awful, terrible, depressing times.

But it gets weirder.

Christ on a Cracker

Actually, it was Miss Vanya.