Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What?
And I'm not the one that divorced him a week later.
Here they come.
John has fallen in love with this woman from afar.
-Getting late. Leaving soon? -In a minute.
Thank you.
Anything was better than having to talk to her face to face.
-Yeah. -You really mean that?
I'm working on it right now. The presentation's practically finished.
I know what you're doing. I know why you're doing it.
That's all, folks.
There we go.
...and told me the journals had been written about me.
John had so much love, he wouldn't let anything stand in the way...
He figured he could still make it look like a suicide.
Matches the photo.
...and you're just not sure it's right.
He didn't exactly have all the social amenities.
...I knew I didn't stand a chance.
-Why don't you keep it? -I can't.
Eight thousand?
Julie.
...that's not the way we do things around here.
I have something I need to talk to you about.
-Brian Gates. -David Addison.
-...we said some things to each other. -Yeah?
...or to help him grab his one chance at happiness?
...honoured.
I mean, how are we gonna find "the daughter of the sun"?
And for God's sake, stop asking me how I feel about you.
-What's this? -Those are copies of John's journal.
Brian, I'm here all night. Okay?
I think maybe I'd like to come back up after all.
I'm not the one that left in the middle of the night for Chicago...
This wouldn't have anything to do with that Laurel-and-Hardy delivery...
I got a clean slate, okay?
-Why? -You're on the rebound.
I hate all this silence.
...and thinking about what you're gonna be...
Are you all right? David?