Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Pick me up tomorrow morning. -You got it, partner.
...in the centre of a piece of paper and watch her through that.
You could stop breathing into the phone, it's me.
...I have been engaged in a quest.
I'm sorry? I don't understand.
Now, I know what you're all thinking...
-Good. And? -And...
...and I-- I'd noticed the rental car out front.
Go!
I could spend the rest of my life cruising for burgers I can't eat.
I think we have to do more than pass.
You are even more naive, David, than I imagined.
It'd make him the biggest bigamist in bigamy history. Try saying that fast.
-Well, how about music, then? -Now you're cooking.
Sure. You can ask me, but I'm not gonna be here to answer.
Hey, wait a second.
We belong dead.
...doesn't nag...
...Mr. and Mrs. Tupperman.
You are the crudest man I've ever met.
-Follows orders, that's important. -Doesn't overdress.
There's a scene. "Arrest this man. We set him up for a date...
Blue Moon Detective Agency. Running a pageant, need to know if any girls...
I know it's a yes-or-no question.
...how can you be so insensitive, $0 uncaring?
-You're right. What's he looking for? -Let's see. A hard worker.
Brenda Boring?
I thought...
We go to your house, take off our clothes, get some 90-weight motor oil...
Strange notes in the--? What?
You mean, you folks hadn't heard anything about the...? The car crash?
-You are a repugnant human being. -It's a gift.
We look at the list and act like it's a test.
Fine. Can I ask one question?
We've done as much of that as anything.
-Well, you wanna know what I think? -About what?
Right, I know the type.
...a for-rent sign till I get a chance...
-You friends of hers? -Not friends. Not really.
Go on, Maddie, give her a spin. Kick the tires.
Me? No. Seems very clear and to the point.
Well, I hadn't really expected this. Though I don't see why not.
Killing someone who doesn't exist.