Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't you have any compassion for what he's been through?
...this must seem all the more ugly.
-Well, of course. -Yeah, we saw the movie.
It's red snapper.
We could have a luncheon for two on the grass.
-You killed him. -Take it easy. She didn't do it.
He's already dead.
To turn your alarm on, to make a phone call.
...of wilful, preventable malpractice.
Nothing.
...reviled by family and friends...
"Were" being the operative word.
Leslie.
Mr. Hunziger, I'm not certain we're the right people to continue on this case.
Sure as hell can rip your heart into a million pieces.
...with the same doctor who ruined his face.
They're all little boys on one big search for the ultimate toy.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news...
Well, I'm older, wiser.
This is Los Angeles.
A dreadful mistake?
You think he's okay?
Because you're my boss, I tend to think of you as my boss.
It's my job to know faces.
Well, it's not a bad fantasy.
...I'm a prisoner in my own house...
...that this condition is a direct result...
Men. You wanna put us on a pedestal or down in the gutter.
I didn't know anybody was in there, except for the doctor.
-Do you know anything about phones? -I know everything about phones.
I don't believe you've met my wife.
-Yes, Miss Hayes. -What is it?
He raised my right eye, lowered my left.
-Like this. -I didn't always look this way either.
Oh, Agnes, that's wonderful.
You little closet kinkoid, you.
Forget it. You're the one who got me into this Corman movie.
When nothing short of Spackle will cover the damage...
-May I help you? -Yeah, I'd like a room, please?
Curtains usually go up around 8:30.
-I guess a bath is out of the question. -He's gonna think...
That's right, character, baby.
Have to wear carnations to spot each other.
Have you prepped for surgery lickety-split.
You and he were an item.
...how impressed I am with your diligence in this matter.