Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Seven thirty to 10, you and me, Tuesdays.
I dreamed that you and me went to a wedding...
If a guy did to me what you did to me...
-We heard. -And you think I killed him, don't you?
You're funny today. But, no, that's not it.
-I know, but I feel horrible. -For who? Old crazy John?
If there's a problem, if something's wrong...
Most of the time, John writes about her...
First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding.
You and junior gonna be okay?
I have, however, returned them all to you...
...when we're gonna get together and practise some other time.
You've turned into quite a detective.
Hey.
-Where's the fire? -Good morning.
Yep, that's that.
-David, how are you? -Medium rare.
David. David, are you--?
John Wicklow?
And I found those in his desk.
I really appreciate it.
I would have rather done something myself.
"Your hair wrapped around my throat"?
No, no. No, it's not a bad time.
-I'm sorry, I just can't. I can't. -Wait, excuse me.
Because if you do this, you're not gonna live to regret it.
Here comes our artiste, I think.
Why are you doing this? Just let go of me.
Random thought. It just popped into my head.
Why should I say something? I don't wanna say something.
I'm gonna close my eyes, and whoever stole the soundtrack, put it back.
Well...
Every other day, he writes, "I love her."
Well, I'm all talked out.
Here he is admiring this woman from afar...
...a suicide over a broken heart.
Bet she hates all this silence. She knows something's wrong.
My wife.
You always have such an amazing way...
...as Mr. Bishop and I are no longer married.
-How's Terri? -She's good. She's very good.
...maybe convince her to meet with him. I know it sounds crazy.
David?
-"The walrus is Paul." -That's very funny, David.