Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I've got to go.
And while you don't want a wimpy:
Wake up, Agnes. Time to hit the hay.
-Mom okay? -Oh, sleeping like a baby.
...but everything here has been all business.
Except, of course, in Craig's case.
...I know I'm not supposed to pick up the phone...
And I'll tell you something else I find odd.
"Three on a match, bad luck."
May I field this one, sir?
Not a feeling exactly, it's more like a realization.
Please, please.
Always out of town...
People don't come to us when they're on top. Why should they?
That's right.
After that trustbuster!
My sister is an extremely fragile person.
I know what he did tell me.
Well, thank you. That'll be all for now.
Mr. Addison.
She doesn't wanna go anywhere, wanna do anything.
Jackie.
...Abercrombie?
Take these beepers, get in your car, head east...
...your brother hired us because he wanted an explanation.
I don't know, Dad.
Your own. Private. It's none of your business.
Excellent choice, sir.
Dear Goldilocks...
It's okay.
One of the reasons I married her.
The guy's wedding was supposed to start 20 minutes ago...
Second day, fine, different time zones, whatnot.
Why don't you get out of here and get some shuteye?
You boohooed up a storm in church so your brother would get mad.
Sitting here in this airport today...
-Good work if you can get it. -Mr. Addison--
Mullens?
Oh, what the hell.