Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wish to be mortal.
I said, give it to me!
Last night I killed a man, Mr. Addison.
His ticker just gave out.
I spent the morning at the library.
Of all the dreams to dream.
-Is something the matter? -What were you doing?
-That's it? -Usually, that's all it takes.
Nobody wants to hear this from their mother but how about someone else's?
...I'm at me most vulnerable.
I don't suppose you can.
Where she's really from.
What "we"? I didn't take this case.
She is just.... Coo.
-Your father? -He was Michael McBride.
And he would talk to me about the traditions and the beliefs.
-What do we do? -About what?
...good kind of dingy.
-Leprechauns is poetry. -Okay, take it.
If some bright guy could harness nagging power--
You know what I'm after.
Ho.
What do you mean? Coroner said it was a heart attack.
Yeah. Well, tell me something.
Kathleen, David and I like you. We like you a lot.
...when I thought, what if it isn't there?
...I want you to take a good look at yourself.
-She's not really a leprechaun. -I know that.
Hear the wail of the banshee
How about if I hold your coat for you?
We're sunk.
I might have been mistaken.
-Afternoon. -Is Ms. Kilpatrick still in my office?
...a million things I wish I could believe in. Knights on horses.
-Well. If you think it's wise not to. Trust me.
Mr. Addison, I can see you are not believing. But I speak the truth.
Yep.
Stop it!
Heisman
-That's it. -I've owned pairs of pants...
Now the burden of protecting the gold is lifted off me.
Why? Why not? This may come as some surprise...
-I'm even crazier than you thought? -I don't want the money.
Addison, it's the middle of the night. I was standing there digging a hole.
This has nothing to do with thinking.
Strange? What do you mean?
-Me powers only work at night. -Only work at night.
-Good. Fine. Good. -Good! Fine! Good!