Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, of course. Glad to help.

Yeah, actually, I do.

Now she's in trouble.

-[sighs] -[Jessica] What did they do to us?

Oh, I get it. You hate people like me.

[elevator bell dings]

You're on probation. Court-ordered anger management.

-What about me? -You know, I've seen that French film.

who has to resort to dirty threats to stay relevant.

You're one of them.

The minyan will begin shortly.

[woman 1] It's the pizza. I'll get it.

-[Emil chittering] -[sighs] Goddamn mongoose.

But someone made me this way.

The Coleman kid, either.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Great. I'll... I'll deal with it tomorrow.

-Sorry? -A patient, then. Come in.

♪ 'Cause there's nothing much more For me to do ♪

[thunder rumbling]

I need your help... with an investigation.

She's gonna get herself dead.

Look, I'm doing this with or without your help.

All you had to do was tell them what you saw.

I need a favor.

I threaten your masculinity or whatever.

Then I encouraged her to chase the story. Christ, I practically dared her.

[man reciting Kaddish]

Well, Trish said she found him, but couldn't get him to talk.

But I'm kind of over him, to be honest. It's like that...

You can regale us with some super-stories. Answer some questions, maybe.

[metal clatters]