Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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