Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes. Yes, I'll see you then.
...you gotta skip the part where you call and say you're on your way over.
I don't know how in the hell I'm gonna tell her.
...nothing to do with a man who would strike his wife.
Really? And all this time I was thinking...
Call me if anything happens.
Wow, so tell me, this change of attitude...
I'll be here.
Will you get in the car please, David?
Gonna create a lot of wear and tear.
Did he know where she might have gone after he came up here?
I remember seeing her face, she had this look, and I:
It just sort of happened.
You weren't going to just leave me there, were you?
-But you think it's okay. -No, I don't think it's okay...
Ladies, any rug-burned backs?
She ran off, left her husband. She doesn't wanna be found.
Mr. Bower, Claire. I kept waiting for some news.
One thing about spontaneity, though.
Well, if you've met her husband, then....
I need you to find my wife.
...dreamed up by people too lazy to think things through...
Why don't you let us take you home.
You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Yeah.
This is my sister-in-law, Claire.
-Where's the fire escape? What-- -Hello.
It just might be that considering, weighing the pros and cons...
I'm putting my foot down, standing my ground.
Holy nylons, Batman.
But there is no case.
-That man is a murderer. -Maybe.
Go.
-About that night at the cabin. -You mean she doesn't know?
-And then? -She called me the next day.
-There was no one there. -No, not by the time you arrived.
Maddie Hayes, David Addison. The detectives I hired.
-I would. -I got it.
Spontaneity's our middle name, we love spontaneity.