Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fine. Don't listen to me.

We'd like nothing more.

and you too, Rich. Kidding.

Rich, you've been nothing but generous to me, and you don't deserve to be yelled at.

- What? - I warned you,

None of this is true. This is all fantasy.

And that is a huge help, Lily.

- Doesn't smell like one beer. - Well, that's what it was.

[KEYPAD BEEPING]

A customized 1970 Monte Carlo?

Well, I have that right here.

So we can end this right now.

Police get a little funny about private investigators horning in on their business.

You don't see restaurants closing doors at noon, do you? Lunch is peak traffic.

Ahem. Hey, Viola. How's it hanging?

The gringo Lalo had a bug up his ass about?

No. I got there just as the fire engines were arriving.

Look back. Okay. Anyone else?

That. How long has it been down there?

[SIRENS CHIRPING]

Kevin, I insist. This is a waste of your time.

You were concerned that Rich was suspicious. Did he say anything?

We had a verbal agreement on a number that both sides would be happy with.

I don't have to spell out what it does for morale, confidence.

- Mom makes meat. - Red leather, yellow leather.

Whatever. Blue, green, just...

and questioning my intentions.