Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...slam a door.
...just like a man occasionally needs a woman's.
Clearing out before I got home...
-Twice? -So0 you see my problem.
David, is he dead?
But I'm trying real hard to be as honest about it as I can.
Three years.
I don't know what to say.
And he didn't seem to mind spending it on me.
I said no, because I knew she shouldn't marry Kevin, and I told her....
Anyway, she was gonna marry this guy, Kevin Fargo...
I just have this feeling.
The kind of fellow who's willing to give you a shortcut to the good life.
There's a trick in there, isn't there? The answer is none.
-She didn't? -No, she didn't.
Two near-fatal accidents within 24 hours?
-Hibernating. -Excuse me...
...hired you to investigate something?
...an office, I might add, that I own by myself, by myself...
-Please. -You are jealous.
But really, I mean it, it's no big deal.
-You don't know him. Well...
Guess it's time to go home.
David Addison. The right man for the right time.
She really made a chump out of me, didn't she?
Two bullets.
Some jewellery was taken from her hotel room.
-Liar. -Maddie, I'm telling you.
-Wonder what she's been up to. -0ld Gloria?
-No! -Yes.
I'm sorry if my appearance offends you.
-That's all I need to know? Well...
-I appreciate it. -Right.
.unhecessary.
Grief, anger, how about money? Second oldest motive in the world.
Of course I've needed a woman's help.