Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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