Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...on a semi-regular basis.
-No. Joan Spring is dead. -Michael's second wife.
They were smiling this morning, together...
-Morning's almost over. -Already?
Indio, it's somewhere near Palm Springs.
Mr. Swinburne....
How may we help you?
Well, somebody's gotta keep the home fires burning.
I can't tell you how happy I was.
Denial is lying to yourself.
Augie, get off her.
Well, maybe he's just not comfortable with the new, improved Blue Moon.
Morning, how did you sleep?
How can I tell them Joan Spring is dead?
Unless you want to get your butt kicked out of prime time...
Geronimo!
-Then who's Harold? -Christina's birdbrained brother.
You? You doing all right?
-Right? -Blind hatred.
What?
Couldn't help noticing Onan here spilling his seed on yesterday's Times.
I haven't been this harsh since you were in charge.
The bio in her yearbook didn't say anything about being formidable.
That's coping. What you've been doing is denying.
-How far do you think you'll get? -Far enough.
I've built her up to be someone so formidable.
...we didn't know that Dennis Spring used to be Jones but Harold did.
We're stuck, David.
...tried to make it look like suicide.
So....
All right, tell us everything you know about this episode.
-Maybe we should cut our caseload. -I think she's got it.
Oh, I just thought I might need this later on in the show.
He was doing research.
Maddie, did you push the button?
-Okay. -I just wanted to find out...
-I am just fine. -I doubt it.
David!
I don't think that's it, Burt.
There's that tumbleweed again.
You'd have to get a stepladder to see my irises.
What a pity. She and Dennis made a great couple.
-That's who I thought you might be. -But why?
-Yeah, it looks that way. -Just trying to run a business.
A client. She doesn't have an appointment.
Well, I, you know-- I've been here. When I'm here, you're not.
New name, new town, new life...
-And you know what? -What?
I understand. It must have been awkward.
Here's David.
-Miss DiPesto, will you--? -Cancel your reservation?
It's not a secret, it's the past.