Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She... Well, she has this cat that always goes missing.

What? What do you mean?

Exactly what don't you understand?

And if you call me "young man" one more time,

She's... She's a bit of a prodigy.

I... I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying.

But it gets weirder.

Uh, the eye. It hasn't been purchased by a client yet.

Christ on a Cracker

Actually, it was Miss Vanya.

and I gotta listen to you complain about that, too.

in the next seven days.

Yeah, I was wrong about Diego. You know, to accuse my own brother of that is just...

Yeah... but I'm not anymore.

We'll pick this up later.

but you live for putting the scumbags away.

- Where did you get that? - What do you care?

It's been a rough couple of days.

No talking during mealtimes.

- I don't know if we ever agreed on much. - We agreed on some things.

- Well, that settles that. - Well, there is just one thing.

When Claire was little, I used to read her books about the moon.

Oh, I don't know, did you want a last name?

Not from what I heard.

as really awful, terrible, depressing times.

This isn't twenty questions, old man. Weird how?

...touching, all that stuff about family and Dad and time. Wow!

Gee, wish I'd thought of that.

Oh, my God, the sex was amazing.

What? What? What's the big deal with this eye, anyway?

Uh, we also got IDs on all the deceased gentlemen.

You don't get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.

...beat the shit out of us.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - Italian for dinner?

Maybe they saw something.

Oh, well, lucky bastard.