Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She didn't think he was such a nice, safe man.
Tomorrow, rain or shine. No exchanges, no returns.
-Sleep where I'm told? -What's your price?
Think about it. You'll remember.
-You think so? -Yeah.
You have a number where you can be reached, any time of the day?
...I know she's out there somewhere.
It's not as though the money will be missed.
...I would be willing to look at this as a business proposition.
What time am I gonna pick you up in the morning?
All right, I'll work on it.
What am I supposed to do with this?
It's time we face facts.
-Mrs. Peterson? -Mrs. Peterson.
Can we help you?
Last time we saw Clements, they were scraping him off our garage.
In-laws still friendly.
-But, David-- -Maddie, it's 11:30 on a Friday night.
Jill is just trying to find the file with your will in it.
The fact remains we blew a weekend in the Windy City...
-David. -But I guess we will anyway.
...when we're awake, showered, conscious.
He's scared.
-What does that mean? -It means, I don't know why we're here.
You're supposed to talk to me.
-Get off of me! -Just my luck.
-Do you know what this means? -I sure do.
Track me to the ends of the earth, never giving me a moment's peace.
Trust me, Roger was a wealthy man. His heirs will be well taken care of.
I have a cousin in Chicago getting married for the second time.
Who is this man?
...paid us for services we were unable to render.
I don't know. Couple hundred dollars?
Did you bring the money?
-You were gonna go with this eunuch-- -NSM.
But she doesn't want anything.