Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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