Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What would you call Mr. Everette? The man's given up hope.
-Look, I didn't want to leave without-- -Leave?
Ms. DiPesto.
Narcissistically self-destruct till you puke.
You're disgusting.
I feel funny coming to you now...
He's all yours.
For the murder of Lawrence Everette.
So I had a rough weekend.
Listen, you didn't kill him.
Oh, David.
I remember there being a sudden pandemonium outside.
It won't pay off for suicide.
-Wait a second! -No, you wait a second.
-Don't go. -Gotta go.
It was a farewell hug. Goodbye kiss.
And miss you.
-I don't believe that. -It doesn't matter.
This need to prove to everyone...
The slippers!
...I don't wish them to forestall.
Since no one was in, I took a little look.
I have lived a life.
I killed the man.
-Me, say? -You, say.
No.
-What's that mean? -l mean....
Talk it over.
I heard you lie. You didn't have to do that.
Strange case as it is. Of course, it's not that strange.
Look.
Sir...
There's nothing that I could do at 19 that I cannot do today.
See you.