Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kind of a mess, huh?
Oh, I forgot. I don't remember the last time I used that fireplace.
No, don't open the doors. There's been a murder, call the police.
-It was a spur-of-the-moment invitation. -$2743 in unpaid parking tickets.
-Cars. -Cars?
Don't change your plans for me.
Well, you're entitled to be a jerk every now and then.
My boss' life, let alone my own employment, are resting...
Go ahead. Tell her, Donegan.
Tell her about the limo.
-Donegan's a dirty cop. -Good night.
I think he deserves better than all of us conspiring behind his back.
The red zone is my only vice.
Yeah, it's going down tonight.
...of explaining why she's about to be killed.
Yeah, Burt. Dave.
Pieces paper with things written on them.
-Maddie, are you okay? -Yes. I'm a little shaken up, that's all.
Someone I can be myself with.
Maybe we should take a little vacation from each other.
Okay.
Tell me right to my face that your luncheon here...
Okay.
We should hire this genius of detectivity...
Well, they say it's healthier not to eat much after 6:00.
Extra cheese. Olives.
Well, she's not here at the moment.
You got the greatest eyes.
You'll have to wait for a while...
-Excuse me, I need to check this room. -Sure.
I mean, since cases are no longer confidential.
-Take care of yourself. -Go ahead.
-...revolves around him. -Tell me I'm wrong.