Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop this, please. Both of you.
This man is a professional killer we are looking for here.
...you've discovered a hideous secret about a loved one.
...this is how I imagined it would be with a partner.
The Carlyle. The Carlyle.
Come aboard, we're waiting for you
There's just one thing that I didn't tell you.
It's frightening how much we have in common.
People come from all over the place, going to exciting places.
He's hired us to find you.
Tate, Franklin Tate. Mean anything to you?
I can't take you in there with me!
-Do I embarrass you? -This has nothing to do with me.
One more.
And there's a woman who stops by once a week...
It's gonna be a lot fairer fight if we both know why we're there.
-I didn't make any promises to him. -We promised to find his son.
Let me show you to your office.
You get fuzzy.
I'm prepared to pay you $10,000 if you can locate him quickly.
...felonious assault, felonious with no salt.
That's the guy you're looking for, right? Michael Wrye?
Likewise.
We'll both go and tell him together.
Are you all right?
Anybody ever gives you a choice between dying slow and dying fast...
Tough to do with a mouthful of wall-to-wall.
No, I suppose not.
Michael Wrye. You're only gonna see him once...
Walk away from it, kid.
-Parking Lot. You get it? Kind of-- -Romantic, exotic.
There aren't gonna be any clients, are there?
Right. That's him. Good old Mikey, the contract killer.
Have you ever had a client?
If he's anybody, they'll know about him.
You stupid punk.
Can you tell me how you came to hear of us?
Who put you up to soliciting me?
Mr. Wrye? Is that what he's calling himself?
Kind of romantic, kind of exotic.
I'll pay you double that.
-Now what are you doing? -This will only hurt a second.
Not a bad attitude at all.
Eddie Murphy, Bill Murray, Jessica Lange.
I knew a place in France with that name.
I may be kidding myself, but I have this crazy notion that if I did find him...