Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The guy's wedding was supposed to start 20 minutes ago...
And I'll tell you something else I find odd.
Why don't you get out of here and get some shuteye?
Well, thank you. That'll be all for now.
...I know I'm not supposed to pick up the phone...
She doesn't wanna go anywhere, wanna do anything.
Always out of town...
...Abercrombie?
Mullens?
Please, please.
I don't know, Dad.
...but everything here has been all business.
Mr. Addison.
And while you don't want a wimpy:
Second day, fine, different time zones, whatnot.
Jackie.
Not a feeling exactly, it's more like a realization.
-Mom okay? -Oh, sleeping like a baby.
I know what he did tell me.
It's okay.
Except, of course, in Craig's case.
Wake up, Agnes. Time to hit the hay.
Sitting here in this airport today...
"Three on a match, bad luck."
That's right.
Well, I've got to go.
-Good work if you can get it. -Mr. Addison--
Take these beepers, get in your car, head east...
Oh, what the hell.
One of the reasons I married her.
Dear Goldilocks...
...your brother hired us because he wanted an explanation.
My sister is an extremely fragile person.
Your own. Private. It's none of your business.
May I field this one, sir?
You boohooed up a storm in church so your brother would get mad.
Excellent choice, sir.
People don't come to us when they're on top. Why should they?
After that trustbuster!