Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Grief isn't productive, and that's all. - I don't buy that.

You want group therapy?

- Is that all? - Yeah, that's all.

I was tempting fate to prove a point, and now poor Nadia has paid for it.

Ego and pride and vanity, I expect.

- It was? - And why did you build this clever thing?

- Joyce, you first. - Me first to do what exactly?

Mr. Faulk, where does Mr. Cooby put his feet up?

There were dinosaurs swimming above us.

- You're kidding. - Let me guess.

You know that. We're keeping an open mind.

CHO: What is that?

It's okay. Everyone just stay calm. It's no problem.

Staff kitchen, you said. This way?

Your friends already took Lee. What do you want?

- Wait. I think we should wait. - What for? What could possibly happen?

The CEO shook my hand. I had it in writing.

I have no idea. But it's a pleasant spot, and I have sandwiches.

I listen to the police scanner. Kind of a hobby.

Thank you for your time.

- You have a register of malcontents? - Anyone who's sued us or threatened to.

You knew how to disarm the bomb.

Because nobody gets on top of Randall Faulk, do they?

He wouldn't want it to interfere with your kayaking schedule.

Same time as every night, about half past midnight.

Will you help us?

...that almost killed Mr. Faulk here. - I surely did not.

"When all go to bed they best say their goodbyes."

His statements in no way reflect the official view of the CBI.

- Now, can I catch you? - Come on.

...to be brave enough to tell him so. - How dare you?

- War? - Yeah, you know, those paintball guns?

Yeah, it came loose at some point, disarmed her.

This week that we spend here is not a vacation. This is a test.

Our companies employ over half a million people.

Oh, wow, that worked. Suddenly I trust you.

...out on an outdoor adventure retreat. Our victim was VP of Human Resources.

What does that mean?

- Yeah, boss? - Let Lee Skelling go.

Eureka. I found a trading account that made a series of moves in the market...