Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not tired of you, Richard, I like you. It's just--
Mr. Rich and Thin himself.
You always this much fun this early in the morning?
-Who is it? -Dave.
Bupkiss, huh? What do you drive?
About 130 yards. Depending on whether or not I use a 9-iron.
What are you staring at?
Okay. I'll bite. New suit, fancy restaurant--
I figured, you being a detective.
-Thank you. -Don't thank me, thank the bank.
The guy comes all the way out here to impress me.
Welcome back.
-David? -David.
A, was it Wilbur? B, Rex?
Gotta find some glory Gotta make some dough
-Something I can do for you? -What was that?
Yeah? Well, reach out and touch this, mama.
You plant it, you fertilize it. You water it.
It's not like the guy's lawyer was contacting me.
Except it wasn't in black and white.
-You're not Richard! -You're not David!
A little something I found under the sofa.
This is a treat. Here you are, Miss Hayes.
-l mean, we're not alike at all. -Really?
I'm gonna split.
-I don't want to talk about it anymore. -Agnes....
-Kind of. Yeah, kind of. -Kind of?
Will you just leave me alone, please.
Yes it will make you rich It will do that too
Right. So if you'll both step this way.
Mister said he was going to the mall, he was going out with a moll.
-It went fine. -You dropped him at the terminal...