Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know that, Daddy.
Oh, some people have all the luck.
An afternoon's work, a nice fee.
But if I were you, I wouldn't want to overlook the C-2000.
I'm gonna call it a night.
...what was I doing? Bobbling the ball.
-How would you like them fixed? -I don't know, Mom.
-Yes. -And he went along with that?
It's Bryant Wilbourne.
...that's important enough for somebody to phone?
Why would that man wanna kill him?
She was still a young child at the time and I raised her...
Oh, I'm sure they're doing fine. No, really, I'm fine. I'm okay.
~The blushing groom. -How about a good lawyer?
How'd you lure Bryant out to the scene of the crime?
He's due in from Phoenix at 4:53. You can wait if you want.
We'll follow him home, let him kick off his shoes...
Sold.
...1s because it is personal.
Well, thank you for that thought.
-What? -I'm sure he's just running late.
...a brief memo to update you on the latest true story...
His name is Craig Mullens.
What?
We've been around a lot of bends.
-How about scrambled? -l guess so. No, I don't think so.
-Good morning, darling. -Am I interrupting anything?
...just couldn't get away that day.
There's something kicking around inside of you...
No furniture, no clothes.
Check on her business?
I don't feel good about finding a man s0 you can mop up the floor with him.
Don't misunderstand me.
I'm afraid to call him.
Okay, if it's no trouble.
...I was thinking about that thing...
You?