Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe it's not the world, maybe it's me.

And then about three weeks later, I get a call from the postmaster...

Clearly she's making your life miserable for you.

-We're taking a break. -Why do I find that hard to believe?

He was always hanging around here. Just hanging around.

-I'm sorry. -That's not why I called you in here.

Officer, we're from Cleveland Mutual Life.

So I came back down here to return the key...

I hate this job.

-Kick it in. -What?

What do you mean, Mr. Addison isn't in yet?

Consider yourself left.

Could be a couple days, could be a couple weeks.

So why don't you just turn around or I'm going to be forced...

Your own key, how convenient.

-He's a nut. He killed her, didn't he? -We don't know that.

...the more intrigued I became. It seemed so...

How many days do we have to get up at 6:00 in the morning...

And it all happens in your office, and that is just the way it is.

A helpful tip: When you hear the pellets hit the water...

End of discussion.

Didn't I realize that the mail could be delayed for weeks on a cruise ship?

-You can't break other people's doors. -Well get him a new door.

It was typewritten, addressed to me.

I'd like to see you in my office.

Oh, I don't know...

How long is this is going to take?