Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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