Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, come right in.
La Dolce DiPesto.
I like you. I like Mr. Addison.
He knows me and clearly wants to get to know me better.
There were other things too, it was quite a letter.
What's up, kids?
-Didn't you hear? She attacked him. -She?
-Gail-- -Gail!
...when a married woman wants to stop an affair she's having in the mail.
I want you to find him and stop him.
...from Publishers Clearing House.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Miss Addison.
I hope we didn't disturb you, sir.
I figured the good old U.S. Postal Service...
-...some terrible things. -What about Macy?
...which side do you want me to scrub first?
-Then why not stop running? -Because then she'd catch me.
You killed Gail, didn't you?
I don't know, what is it?
It could have been the man who fills my car at the gas station.
...you got your assorted diseases...
...and 10 parts what my gardener spreads on the lawn.
...but to this guy, who doesn't exist...
-Help me. Help me. Help me. -I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Beg for mercy, you digit! One, two, three.
...my name is Peter Macy. No future exists for me.
Mr. Hayes.
Mr. Addison in yet?
I did.
He's a nut.
I loved Gail, I did. I do.
The letters were so well written.
It could have been anyone.
If I'd known throwing this party for you would depress you so...