Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...of stolen passion.
-So can I go? -Of course, you can go.
Mostly debits but--
We are the people.
When you moved out I didn't raise a fuss.
I'll take them. Chip.
Hey, bring the kids.
-Hey. I'm just a secretary. -And this was just a murder.
But what if you're wrong.
Maybe she doesn't like garlic either. Is she Italian? Catholic at least?
Nonna.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
-Do you remember anything they said? -He said, she was hell in high heels.
-No, no, no. They're-- -Mistress.
I'm the one telling the family, "Hey, relax.
Fifteen years.
I know that she'd like you. And you're not old.
Where?
...I'm sure the Lord in his infinite wisdom will understand.
Agnes, listen to me.
After many years of hard work and diligence...
She's my girlfriend. She has a job.
-Cash or charge? -Oh, no, I got this.
Neither did anyone else did they? Because this company doesn't exist.
I won't talk to anyone. I'll be back by midnight.
Mr. Gibson couldn't kill Miss O'Rourke. Even if he caught you with Miss Hayes.
Not guilty.
Burt. Burt.
Hello? Hello? Hello?
They brought me in to straighten out the company.
We have three convenient stores to serve you.
...but I want you to know what an honour it is to meet the man...
...when you came back to Kathleen O'Rourke's office later that night.
I have to tell you something.
-What then? -A pair of hands probably.
-Flight 7951.... -There she is. Nonna.
Between those columns and numbers lies the real story.
Proud to have been his son.
A Temp for All Seasons.
His prices are insane.
A passionate woman like Kathleen needs a real man...
Of course my eyesight is not what it used to be.
Gentlemen. If both sides are ready.