Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

And you were the Grim Reaper. It was frightening.

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

We left the shovels in the pickup truck.

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

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

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

My spider sense tells me we are in the money.

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

I am not speaking to you.

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

I don't wanna know what this feels like.

This conversation isn't happening.

Good morning, Miss Hayes.

It'd make death easier to deal with.

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

He said Cubs were gonna win the World Series.

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

...to an interested third party.

I can't do this.

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

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

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

Oh, David, I wanted to build something here.

Losing at strip poker.

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

Now you'll be toasty. Perfect fit.

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

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

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

-It wobbles. -Nonsense.

...10 percent of the jackpot seem fair?

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

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

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

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

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

Delivery for Madelyn Hayes.

Did anybody see--?

Yeah, come on now.

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

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