Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

...when you were a kid.

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

...they loved you.

More than enough to wrap around your throat.

Because I was trying to save someone.

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

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

"There once was a bimbo named Juliet."

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

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

You know, David...

-Okay. -Thattaboy.

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

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

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

Way beyond the call of duty, Addison.

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

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

But can you tell me what's right?

...I'm insulted.

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

Okay, here, good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-I'm fine. -You look great.

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

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

-Good night. -Night.

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

-Where'd she go? -Up there.

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

...and then dialled 911.