Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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