Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and shoot him for the second time.

To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure you can do anything for me.

Never would have thought she'd take it so badly.

...I think that's everything, Ms. Hayes.

-David, I'd like you to meet-- -dJillian.

-Let me out of the car. -What?

...because he just got left.

-What happens now, what? -Should we take the case...

-It's his funeral, Harlan's. -...80 that ended that friendship.

-The police said they removed two. -One!

-What's a Harlan Armstrong? -Married to Jillian Armstrong.

There's a coffin back there.

Maybe even on the scoreboard.

--her being by herself....

-And since when did you smoke? -About an hour ago.

-Maddie, Detective Barber. -Hi.

And you want to know if I took it?

Sets a bad example. Dangerous too.

I want to be by myself.

Is he all right?

Door slamming is a major faux pas, office behaviour-wise.

Gives you great looks, terrific personality.

Well, if there's nothing else.

I saw the whole thing. It's okay.

...I'll be sure to ask you to give the little lady the once-over.

Ms. Hayes? There's a woman here to see you.

-She's married? -That's what you do...

-Did you hear what I said? -Called me an idiot.

Says you, "Oh, I do, I do."

-In her hotel room. -Talk about the hand of fate.

...in the hallway at the station house. I'm Detective Barber.

First they have you followed...

What I have to ask-- What I need to know is...

-Ask me what? -Maddie, it's a funeral.

And then one day you realise...

I never made any secret about what I wanted out of life.

So will you do it?

I'm going to ask her, David.

Got me right square in the gut.

Changed the name.

You know how it is.

I was in bed saying, "Boy, I could use a real--"

President of Armstrong Pharmaceuticals.

You're sorry, and next day my grocery bill's cut in half.