Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's on the redeye to Brazil.

Thank you, David. I'm sure it's lovely and it was very sweet...

-Why doesn't it feel like that? -Like what?

Here. All right. Okay. How are you feeling?

-We're gonna take you along with it. -That won't be necessary.

...that John was supposed to have completed, but he never did.

Yeah. Well, now he's got 15 years in the way.

-All right. You all set? -Yeah.

I don't understand it. It's just something I gotta do.

The thing that matters is that you love him and he loves you.

-Time's up. -Time's up.

My husband wanted to kill him.

Hey, I cash the paycheque, I do the job.

Why would he wanna get caught?

That's good to know.

-That'd be nice. -Okay.

-Any regrets? -A few.

-Doesn't take his eyes off her. -Dribbles orange juice all over himself.

I'll go. You catch up when you can.

-You think she wants to spit on cars? -David.

It's gotta be at least 8:30.

John sits in the restaurant every Tuesday and watches her.

I was checking out the expense log that Mr. Gates gave us.

...got into a big knockdown-dragout, made up, made out...

She knows something's bothering me.

-The camera's rolling. -I can't do this.

Because it's showtime.

He refuses to try and meet the woman of his dreams.

...that we could use a little surge in the cash flow.

A chance? A chance to what, make sense?

So it's a little quiet.

-David. -Oh, Maddie.

You get mad. You get busted.

Maybe he's still mad at me.

Alternate-side-of-the-street pronouns. I get it.