Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Talk, negotiate.
No, not if you go out there and do what you agreed to do.
On the outside chance that I get lucky, how much?
What if I had been a potential client...
-I was trying to raise spirits. -Raise spirits?
Are you suggesting this kidnapping has to do with his gambling?
-Moi. -The whole thing...
Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right out.
Addison, you lost the bet. It's over.
When I got there, no Clark.
I've never done that before.
"How low can he go?"
Well, no, but you were standing next to me when his van blew.
-Fifty thou. -American dollars.
You know what that means.
-He got squished. -Squished?
Maybe he went out to get a paper.
-The look on her face.... -Eat too much, drink too much.
How can I be sure? Well, it's difficult to explain.
Mark my words. Maturity is its own reward.
Turn the wheel!
But I ain't running down five flights of stairs after you.
Clark, gone?
"Los Angeles River, 11:41...
If a guy gets blown to bits, you're gonna see bits of guy, right?
Every morning of the past seven months, I've walked in and you've said:
-You're kidding. -She even offered incentives.
This is too difficult to do over the phone.
"Good morning, Ms. Hayes."
...every time he jumped on my bed, he got my quilt dirty.
No.
Of course.
Please. My son, my stepson, really, is 35 years old.
He's a concert pianist by vocation.
What, you take success hard?
This is my associate, David Addison.
-You were singing. -I was celebrating!
Nothing matters. Life's a carnival. Work's a party!
Very nasty fall, man.
Mom, will you read me a story before I go to bed?
Mr. Addison? Ms. Hayes wants to see you in her office.
-Come on, how low can you go? -What are you talking about?
Next up, our buddy Lewis...
That made Mom crazy, she made Dad crazy...
Why did you take the risk?
But it's such a colourful lie.
-This is no longer a fun place to work. -How will I sleep?