Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My boss' life, let alone my own employment, are resting...
Tell her about the limo.
Don't change your plans for me.
Okay.
Pieces paper with things written on them.
Extra cheese. Olives.
Yeah, it's going down tonight.
Well, they say it's healthier not to eat much after 6:00.
...of explaining why she's about to be killed.
Kind of a mess, huh?
I mean, since cases are no longer confidential.
I think he deserves better than all of us conspiring behind his back.
You got the greatest eyes.
Yeah, Burt. Dave.
-...revolves around him. -Tell me I'm wrong.
-Take care of yourself. -Go ahead.
-It was a spur-of-the-moment invitation. -$2743 in unpaid parking tickets.
Tell me right to my face that your luncheon here...
We should hire this genius of detectivity...
No, don't open the doors. There's been a murder, call the police.
Go ahead. Tell her, Donegan.
-Cars. -Cars?
Someone I can be myself with.
-Maddie, are you okay? -Yes. I'm a little shaken up, that's all.
Okay.
-Excuse me, I need to check this room. -Sure.
The red zone is my only vice.
Well, she's not here at the moment.
Maybe we should take a little vacation from each other.
You'll have to wait for a while...
Oh, I forgot. I don't remember the last time I used that fireplace.
-Donegan's a dirty cop. -Good night.
Well, you're entitled to be a jerk every now and then.