Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She runs our office. Look, she signs the cheques.

And Nonna, my own grandmother-- My own grandmother...

-Where do you want this? -Right in the centre of the wreath.

Was he together about the fact...

They were always a couple of beats short on my abacus.

We, the jury, find the defendant John Gibson.

I'm not getting any younger.

-The.... -Gibson.

Isn't this your signature on these cheques?

I mean, judges have to eat too, don't they?

-I'm the new guy. -You worked at Gibson-O'Rourke?

Well, hot shot. No hug for the old man?

You are a good, decent, honourable person.

We will proceed.

I'll be waiting.

-Oh, be quiet. -No. You be quiet.

The least you can do is settle down with a decent woman and start a family.

I was sure Kathleen was taking the money.

-You make me hot. -l know.

Yeah, we'd been arguing. We'd been arguing for 25 years.

I know that you don't think that he did it.

-I'm just not sure. -Look, it's getting late.

...1s the same Agnes DiPesto who sat next to me in the second grade.

Hey, listen, you missed one hell of a party.

The woman you murdered.

What do you expect?

He put a debit here, a credit there.

In spite of ourselves.

Accounting ledgers.

I've never particularly liked being called Sparky.

He knows that already. We all know that.