Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because it's showtime.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You get mad. You get busted.

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

So it's a little quiet.

-That'd be nice. -Okay.

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

Why would he wanna get caught?

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

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

John sits in the restaurant every Tuesday and watches her.

She knows something's bothering me.

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

-All right. You all set? -Yeah.

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

Maybe he's still mad at me.

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

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

That's good to know.

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

A chance? A chance to what, make sense?

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

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

She's on the redeye to Brazil.

My husband wanted to kill him.

-Any regrets? -A few.

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

It's gotta be at least 8:30.

-David. -Oh, Maddie.