Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know when I'll be in.

-It's 6:03. -Excuse me?

I'll get back to you on the name of the Jetsons' maid.

...special sentimental value.

So, what can we do for you, Jillian?

Just let me go with you.

Yeah, but I do this for a living. What are you, a career killer?

You're not going to take this case?

She's had that since we met.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Pick you up some nylons?

Come on, Maddie.

I guess I can live with that.

She hired me. I'm an investigator.

That's what he said. Do you want to see him?

...somehow I got a feeling you're gonna land on both feet.

Fine. Send her in.

But I bet I can tell you a few things about him.

...knew each other anyway. Long time ago.

I don't know what we're doing here.

So, what's this about her hotel room?

Twice in one life, gotta be some kind of a record.

...slammed our front door so hard, big old porcelain vase came down...

Please, there are children watching. So how are you this morning?

Oh, of course. Sure.

...knowing that will only make her madder?

-How much? -How much?

...I never met him.

...he's being watched, maybe he'll back off.

That's why God invented alimony.

It was just weird. Walking into a room and seeing old Gloria.

-Well, it's nothing, really. -Maybe I can help you.

-Wanna hear something terrible? -You singing?

-Maddie. -I got the message, what happened?

...used to giving orders, not to mention mad as hell...