Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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