Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God. Nathan, call an ambulance.
Yeah, as soon as possible.
We should get the number of his makeup man.
I'm trying to say these two are still in the early stages of lovey-dove-ism.
Okay, Buster. It's all right.
I tried to trade Miss Hayes' gift to you...
He's definitely not a pocket watch kind of guy.
Nathan Kraft just iced his partner.
We'll let this windbag do his dance. I'll ask for a recess...
-What are they doing this time? -In the underground parking garage.
We were making love...
Welcome to the majors, Burt.
I'm glad to see you taking an interest in the employees.
Maybe Mr. Kraft's being stood up?
Something we don't have a lot of before the divorce is final.
Okay, Buster.
Some investors from Sicily.
Your car is safe and sound, though through no valour on my part.
No, David.
If I ever saw a disaster in the making....
I'll take a head full of memories to the grave.
And just what do you want, Madelyn Hayes?
-I can't buy them. -Better than shoplifting.
David, you've pulled chairs out for me.
Well, dating's a lot like war...
Incontinent but financially secure? No, thanks.
We've given you the Tebonn portfolio.
I have to request the absence of your client.
To frame Nathan for murder.
I know I gave you a sweater.
Mr. A--
No reason.
May I suggest we get down to business?
Hey, didn't you say you were with the deceased Friday afternoon?
A mortgage? Life-insurance premiums?
-Please don't beg me. -I need to speak to you.
...and humiliating for my client who is not on trial here.
I'm not so much the executioner as I am the undertaker...
It's beautiful.
Once you get to the bar, go to the pay phone in the back.
You know, Maddie...
-Champagne. -Booze.
-BP, 50/0. No pulse. -Defib, 400-watt seconds.
-I gave it for your birthday. -My birthday?
Ladies, back to work now. Thank you for your input and your output.
Lydia, can I talk to you alone?
Day in, day out, slip and slide and sneak and peep and--
And you have to understand mine.
I'm sorry.
I know that now.
Get in.
What do you think drove your husband to grow so cold towards you?
Lydia, why did you lie to us?
-Betty Russell's here. -Show her in.
-Drop me at the corner. -Where are you going?