Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Do you have a photograph? -Nope.
-Open the door. -Really?
...who turns the flame up and makes him feel like a man.
Right, you're always serious.
-What are you talking about? -It was a great idea...
Please don't make me use this.
Why don't you look down here. I'll go check in the bedroom.
-I've never met this woman. -Then why do you wanna find her?
I'm at my wit's end. Every night, clubs, bars, searching...
Maddie, Maddie. What are you doing, doing?
-Very cute. -All those numbers, all those buttons--
Why did he come to you, Maddie Hayes, detective--
What you mean, "we," paleface?
Well, it wasn't Rufus, I only slept with him.
-What does that mean? -It means it's over.
...at the end of the year...
...and his wife checked out a half an hour--
Well, I should make it clear that I'm not the kind of person....
He changed his mind. A man does have that prerogative.
One thing I won't tolerate is....
...sent them to the cleaners once a week, opened some charge accounts...
Gangway!
...do you think you're doing, parading that--? That through my office?
-S0? -S0?
-I may stay up late with homework. -A lot of thought went into this list.
-We'll each find our own woman. -We what?
...inventing a wife for yourself.
Find two for Tupperman, leaving Molly.
-Why'd he come to see you? -What?
Insurance companies don't pay off without a body.
-I don't believe it. -You don't want to.
-You kill me. -If only I could.
-This is Alan Tupperman. -Ms. Hayes. Mr. Addison.
There's been a misunderstanding. We're looking for a Molly Lewis.
Where I found her is hardly the point. The point is...
But you're wrong, Maddie. It is there.
It so happens that when you burst in here...
...when they see their queen leaving two hours early?