Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He said Cubs were gonna win the World Series.

...10 percent of the jackpot seem fair?

We left the shovels in the pickup truck.

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

Did anybody see--?

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

This conversation isn't happening.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

My spider sense tells me we are in the money.

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

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

And you were the Grim Reaper. It was frightening.

Oh, David, I wanted to build something here.

Good morning, Miss Hayes.

-It wobbles. -Nonsense.

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

I am not speaking to you.

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

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

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

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

...to an interested third party.

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

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

Delivery for Madelyn Hayes.

I can't do this.

Now you'll be toasty. Perfect fit.

It'd make death easier to deal with.

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

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

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

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

Losing at strip poker.

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

Yeah, come on now.

I don't wanna know what this feels like.