Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-It wobbles. -Nonsense.

...his office and the locker at his gym.

-They were looking for something else. -Mr. Guy was lying to us?

Is this the third act? It's some sort of plan.

-Follow my finger with your eye. -I'm busy.

Don't you wanna look back on your life and say, "I accomplished something?"

And you were the Grim Reaper. It was frightening.

I can't do this.

-Come on. Come with us. -We'll take you over to your plot.

Don't suppose you would know if Harry had the ticket on him when--

-He's gone. -Chilling champagne at some shindig.

David, well, if you didn't trip me, who did?

That's not possible. He was fine last time I saw him.

This conversation isn't happening.

That's no way to talk with a dead body in Miss Hayes' office.

Delivery for Madelyn Hayes.

It'd make death easier to deal with.

Losing at strip poker.

You don't wanna catch your death of cold, do you? And I do mean death.

-How did you find us? -Followed you from Mr. Guy's place.

...10 percent of the jackpot seem fair?

But unlike you, I can admit to being a tad superstitious.

He said Cubs were gonna win the World Series.

I am not speaking to you.

You hear that? Maybe it's him trying to contact us from the other side.

Maybe I should send everyone home. You know, out of respect.

Now you'll be toasty. Perfect fit.

Did anybody see--?

...to an interested third party.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Where are you going?

You can't be. You haven't distinguished yourself in this incarnation.

Yeah, come on now.

-It wobbles. -It looks all right to me.

We left the shovels in the pickup truck.

Good morning, Miss Hayes.

My spider sense tells me we are in the money.

I don't wanna know what this feels like.

Nice enough, but I don't rent to cigar smokers.

I can't remember the last time I had this much fun.

Oh, David, I wanted to build something here.

-All right. -Just bring them right in here.

-Somebody wants the half of that ticket. -Can you blame them?