Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...10 percent of the jackpot seem fair?

This conversation isn't happening.

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

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

We left the shovels in the pickup truck.

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

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

My spider sense tells me we are in the money.

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

Now you'll be toasty. Perfect fit.

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

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

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

Did anybody see--?

-It wobbles. -Nonsense.

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

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

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

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

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

It'd make death easier to deal with.

Delivery for Madelyn Hayes.

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

I can't do this.

Yeah, come on now.

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

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

Losing at strip poker.

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

He said Cubs were gonna win the World Series.

Good morning, Miss Hayes.

I don't wanna know what this feels like.

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

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

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

I am not speaking to you.

Oh, David, I wanted to build something here.

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

And you were the Grim Reaper. It was frightening.

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

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

...to an interested third party.