Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

David. Oh, my God, hang on.

-I'm Mrs. Dennis Spring, Joan. -Won't you sit down?

No, we're not stuck. We're just not moving.

-Busy. -Yeah, I can see that.

...Joan was in a position to dictate the terms of our divorce.

A real survivor.

...if there'd ever been another woman he'd thought about marrying.

I'm right here, Agnes.

-Putting him behind bars. -Two things on my mind.

...time heals all wounds.

Old Sherlock Hayes here will invent one for here.

I know that the last couple of weeks haven't been any clambake for you.

-All tumbleweeds look the same. -Yeah.

I've been shanghaied.

...I've never met a person who puts two and two together faster than you.

-We just do. -Yeah.

Finally a guy worth saying yes to.

Six billion and one.

...but it ain't no case.

Here? Right now, while I'm driving?

Can you imagine his auto insurance premiums?

First wife. Looked just like the second. Drove her car off a cliff.

I just see no reason why Madelyn and I cannot--

-And where's Mr. Addison? -He's serving those papers.

-David, please be okay. -Maddie, is that you?

-We're not moving, David. -Give it a minute, it'll start up again.

I'm afraid that my husband might still be in love with this Christina...

Well, I really should get some work done on this Anselmo thing.

Hey, knock it off.

They thought I was a distraught husband. But I killed her.

Has it been that long?

I knew I was gonna need this.

We're with the High School Reunion Committee in Tina's class...

-Michael? -Joan's husband.