Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know you better than that, Maddie Hayes.
Not "Melinda," Melissa.
What will we say to this woman?
-And when did this happen? -Saturday. Saturday night
No, no.
What do you mean, "what"?
-She didn't even act surprised. -Because she wasn't surprised.
You mean," following Melissa Bower," don't you?
"They" who? Who are "they"? -Your female protagonists.
I knew you couldn't have done it on purpose.
Our MacGillicudy?
See what I mean?
I'm doing 85 miles an hour. She's got to be up there somewhere.
There was Melissa.
Tell her what?
-Not bad. -Yeah.
-No kidding. -No kidding.
-It was just spontaneous." -Forget I said spontaneous.
-Bet they even got an indoor outhouse. -Mrs. Bower?
What's the difference?
Mr. Bower, don't you see?
Tough break, bucko. You're innocent.
Passion? You call hitting your wife...
Fine. We'll speak again tomorrow.
No.
I've done nothing wrong.
I've never been in a situation like this before. I'm not sure what to say.
...Mr. Bower received a phone call.
Spontaneous.
-Let's check out the balcony. “Why?
-It couldn't have been murder. -Let's never say never.
Well, some got it, some don't.
What happened to her, where is she?
Let's all go into the den where there's some quiet.
-Morning, Miss DiPesto. -Morning.
You want spontaneity from me, fine. I'll give you spontaneity.
-But, Mr. Bower-- -She had no pulse.
You're gonna complicate divorce proceedings.