Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now that we've got that settled, the night's still young.
...lo make an appointment to discuss his will--
-I don't believe it. -So, what I was wondering was...
No, it's not.
-Well, then come with me. -In there?
And then they put a shirt on...
You mean, you'd let it all go to his heirs?
It'll be fine. Keep your hands in your pockets...
Imagine poor Mr. Clements finding out his wife was still alive...
-Where are you going? -I'm going in that filthy bookstore.
...like six, seven times to repeat the question...
Good.
-I guess not. -You think I'm awful, don't you?
Come on, Maddie. Let's let it lay.
-You're working for me. Give it back. -For who? For what?
That's okay.
I'm Madelyn Hayes and this is David Addison.
But it didn't quite work out that way.
When it came to his wife, the man was not normal.
My whole family's gonna be at this wedding.
Give me those.
Does he have an engagement for Friday?
-Okay, what? -Okay, I'm satisfied.
Well, thank you. That would make me feel better.
What are you saying?
-There you go again, acting delighted. -I'm sorry.
You're forgetting something. No body. They haven't found a body.
Sounds weird. Girl cop.
Come in.
...anyone who had a claim to the estate was gonna do just fine.
-No, she's not. -Yes, she is.
We failed at the first. We can finish the second.
Trust me, everything about this litigation is pro forma.
There's something I want to show you. Here.
Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it?
...is walking back and forth in front of me asking me these questions.
Are you the folks who called?
Faking my death, causing Roger so much pain.
Champagne flowing. Tongues flapping.
That's why you're packing, isn't it?