Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I don't understand. We're perfect together.

He always talk to you like that?

-Jim-dandy. -You never heard of that?

Someone scrutinise the silly, sexy sexist.

But nothing's perfect, Mrs. Adams.

True, shmue, what's it got to do with the price of rice in China?

Without infidelity, there'd be no Ann Landers or Divorce Court.

Sloan doesn't think so.

But you're always up here practicing before the show.

You think the boyfriend killed the husband just because he was a man.

...nothing is wrong with your set.

Four presidents danced here.

I still don't hear anything.

These kinds of cases? Maddie, these...

I love you, Jerry.

But she was like peanuts.

Addison, clearly he had more reasons to kill him than she did.

...we got what we wanted in the end.

I'll tell you something else. I don't know about you, but I for one...

-What's that mean? -You accused a man of murder.

-Tomorrow. -What?

The more I had, the more I wanted.

How can you play that thing? It's so hot.

No, it's all right. I think I'd rather be alone tonight.

{ wanted to see her, talk to her, hold her, touch her.

-Don't rehearse with us. -I heard you. I just don't believe you.

-It's the signal. -Hit the lights.

I might be a lot of things: a wife stealer, a liar--

She set him up, just like the bartender said, used him and tossed him away.

They killed her husband. One of them did, anyway...

And people say romance is dead.

He's not gonna be very happy, is he?

She went two weeks without bringing up the idea of getting rid of Jerry.