Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...Mr. Bower received a phone call.
I've never been in a situation like this before. I'm not sure what to say.
See what I mean?
Let's all go into the den where there's some quiet.
Well, some got it, some don't.
-And when did this happen? -Saturday. Saturday night
I've done nothing wrong.
Tell her what?
-Bet they even got an indoor outhouse. -Mrs. Bower?
You mean," following Melissa Bower," don't you?
No.
Mr. Bower, don't you see?
What happened to her, where is she?
I'm doing 85 miles an hour. She's got to be up there somewhere.
Our MacGillicudy?
Not "Melinda," Melissa.
"They" who? Who are "they"? -Your female protagonists.
What will we say to this woman?
Fine. We'll speak again tomorrow.
Spontaneous.
-Morning, Miss DiPesto. -Morning.
-It couldn't have been murder. -Let's never say never.
There was Melissa.
Tough break, bucko. You're innocent.
No, no.
-It was just spontaneous." -Forget I said spontaneous.
-Not bad. -Yeah.
I know you better than that, Maddie Hayes.
I knew you couldn't have done it on purpose.
You're gonna complicate divorce proceedings.
-Let's check out the balcony. “Why?
-No kidding. -No kidding.
You want spontaneity from me, fine. I'll give you spontaneity.
-But, Mr. Bower-- -She had no pulse.
-She didn't even act surprised. -Because she wasn't surprised.
Passion? You call hitting your wife...
What do you mean, "what"?
What's the difference?