Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Recover. Look at yourself.
Get away with what?
...you can tell your partner to come in out of the cold.
...I saw an electric light bulb.
I mean, it's not like you can ask anybody directions.
I really thought...
Wouldn't the same be true for his slippers?
-Except recover. -Recover?
Give me a clue.
What's that supposed to mean?
-I'm talking to you. -You're trying to.
...opened a can of beans with my teeth.
Someone was in and out of your partner's office in a hurry last night.
-How did you know? -I didn't.
He's gonna win for his kids. Before you can say "Amarillo Slim"...
I went to the nursing home.
And that's what you wanted to say?
Excuse me, sir.
Mr. Addison was at the Golden Hour Rest Home...
A charity for kids from Vietnam?
The man is dead. Gone.
Too bad.
I love Mondays.
I've called a messenger service. Put these in an envelope.
I'm broke, Maddie.
Do you really wanna be Soupy Sales?
-Oh, you don't? -No, I don't.
And then close my eyes and shave.
I know how I'd feel if someone turned off his oxygen...
I'm getting the hang of it, though. Like yesterday...
...Bacchanalian binges.
You've killed him.
Okay, it was a bag of beans.
Of course, I could be wrong.
We know.
Well, I find it terribly pathetic.
There's an old expression:
-You did it. -I did not do it.
...every penny my children have coming to them...