Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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