Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She wants nothing more from life...
We need a recent photograph, the person's name...
Thank you, sir.
So he'll never worry about missing another call.
It's a family matter, actually.
Anyway, I paid her rent and she took art classes...
He acted like they were his own kids...
It's time to earn your wings or go down in flames.
It's not the same around here without you slamming doors and yelling.
-Good morning, stranger. -Morning.
No one has called her.
Oh, no, everybody should be in that kind of trouble.
Those kids are his wife's from another marriage.
Aren't you a Mrs...
She is on vacation.
All right. I'll take this one right here.
Anyway, don't worry.
Well, a little kiss to grow on.
Quite a picture, Bert.
I can show you off anytime.
-Mr. Addison. -Hold that thought, Bert.
Guess you called that one.
-Have a seat, Mr. Wilbourne. -Thank you.
...that he never told me. It doesn't matter.
I'll call you at the first sign of gangrene.
Mom, really, I don't think I want anything.
We're with Harum Scarum Carpet Cleaning Company.
I don't think really think he lied to you.
"Crisis in Evanston." Do you remember?
Now, suppose you take this case.
Hey, if you wanna get a snack, don't let me stop you.
She got my share, I think.
It's just that he didn't know how.
The reason they call it a personal life...
Mr. Wilbourne, the point is, it looks like a short walk...
I can smell the manure from here.
No more gruesome headlines. No more household hints.
But you can't. You're up to your eyeballs...
Make Agnes a nice dinner.
Flight 127 to San Jose is now boarding at Gate 4.
...you got Wife Number 2 and 3 across town.