Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No goodbye, no anything.
I don't believe you.
Okay?
You didn't call. If I'd known, I'd have been at the airport.
-Any calls? -No, Mr. Addison. No one called.
-It is? -Sure is.
...but uncommonly beautiful.
Morning, Mr. Addison.
-My husband. -If I hadn't killed her...
Yeah, kind of out of the blue.
-How long are you gonna be there? -I just told you, I don't know.
Part observation, part imagination, throw in a little libido, mix it all up.
Just wonder how long he'd stick around.
-We really liked him, didn't we, hon? -Yes, we did.
Well, finally she patted him so hard that his--
You can't make me say anything you want.
You're turning me into--
Well, sir, actually a fairly high percentage of customers fail...
No, no, it's the one we're looking for. Cinderella.
Don't do it, David.
Agnes and I took a page out of your book.
Maddie, I know you wanted a chance to sort through all this.
Never mind.
Tall blonde, icy, walks bowlegged but you don't mind.
-Maddie? -I miss you too.
I detect things and right now I'm detecting a little bit of an attitude pro--
Not every day you get set up with a guy that's trying to kill you.
In fact, where do you get off even asking if we--?
That's a good way to get yourself killed.
Alex, your daughter just got home...
All right. I'm impressed. She turned me into a horny toad.
And your uncle Dan was leaning back in his chair.
We struck a real blow for romance.
Society-page stuff. Society-page stuffy.
Have a seat, Mr. Chase.
-Eatbay itay. -Ightray.
What could she be thinking?
She remembered, I'm stunned.