Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...I'd read the journals and envied Juliet...

I thought he was in some sort of jealous rage...

More than enough to wrap around your throat.

-Got the gift of gams. -Long, dark hair.

Because I was trying to save someone.

But just because we have this history, this crazy pattern of behaviour--

...and then they would bring Ricky Nelson down...

-You said you would do it. -I'm gonna do the--

I promised Terri I'd stop by, see how she's doing, check on her.

Look, I ain't no Rod McKuen over here.

...I'm insulted.

And if we want it to be different, it can be.

-Her real name is Mary, Mary Erin. -Mary?

No. Sits down, takes out his quill and writes:

-I'm fine. -You look great.

...when you were a kid.

...had a healthy, 7-pound boy.

But can you tell me what's right?

It's a beautiful morning. The two of us might as well sit here and chat a while.

Okay, here, good.

And I can't go to prison. I'd never make it.

Yeah, right. So what's he do once the coast is clear?

He's gone off the deep end over some woman.

...and then dialled 911.

Thirty-seven days till my birthday. 38, it's a leap year.

Way beyond the call of duty, Addison.

-What's up? -What's the hurry?

-Where'd she go? -Up there.

Over the past couple of years, we've made a tidy profit...

I've got more than enough to make me happy.

"There once was a bimbo named Juliet."

-Okay. -Thattaboy.

-Careful, David. -I'm being careful.

You know, David...

-You understand any of this? -Doesn't matter, as long as they do.

-I don't think she's home. -She's not gonna be here.

-Good night. -Night.

...they loved you.