Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did anybody see--?

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

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

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

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

He said Cubs were gonna win the World Series.

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

...10 percent of the jackpot seem fair?

I am not speaking to you.

-It wobbles. -Nonsense.

I don't wanna know what this feels like.

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

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

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

My spider sense tells me we are in the money.

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

Delivery for Madelyn Hayes.

Now you'll be toasty. Perfect fit.

I can't do this.

Oh, David, I wanted to build something here.

Good morning, Miss Hayes.

This conversation isn't happening.

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

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

...to an interested third party.

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

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

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

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

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

Losing at strip poker.

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

We left the shovels in the pickup truck.

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

And you were the Grim Reaper. It was frightening.

Yeah, come on now.

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

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

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

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

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

It'd make death easier to deal with.