Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

I can't do this.

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

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

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

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

And you were the Grim Reaper. It was frightening.

We left the shovels in the pickup truck.

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

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

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

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

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

He said Cubs were gonna win the World Series.

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

...10 percent of the jackpot seem fair?

I don't wanna know what this feels like.

Delivery for Madelyn Hayes.

Good morning, Miss Hayes.

...to an interested third party.

My spider sense tells me we are in the money.

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

Oh, David, I wanted to build something here.

This conversation isn't happening.

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

Now you'll be toasty. Perfect fit.

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

Losing at strip poker.

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

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

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

-It wobbles. -Nonsense.

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

I am not speaking to you.

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

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

Yeah, come on now.

It'd make death easier to deal with.

Did anybody see--?

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