Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, so you wanna move on to why?
How small?
I...do not. No.
But then you started getting weird.
God, your hands are like cricket bats. Shut up.
Oh, and to me, for ruining my Friday night, which is now being spent here.
Uh-huh. Mind if I talk to them? Heavens, no, of course not, but--
OFFICER: N.Y.P.D. Come on, lady, open the door.
...so you restrain him with these leather cuffs...
Not in a dead prime minister's ass.
L-- No, of course not. Be my guest.
So once again you're faced with the classic lrishman's dilemma:
...against the rebirth of fascism a crime.
Who knows? It's Malory. You really wanna know why she killed a guy?
...you give me a potato.
No. Nor can you burn down my apartment, so think of something else.
I came out of the bedroom...
By God, if you were my servant, I'd have you over my knee in a trice.
Put two halves of a potato in with the sauce, it'll absorb the salt.
And you don't have to keep repeating it. We've established where it is.
Whistling bitch!
Which was full of people and spotless.
Why? I'll tell you exactly why. Before I kill you.
So, what, why the frantic phone call?
Which will be hard to explain.
Lawyer up, call the cops. What?
...why would anyone break in here and shoot him?
Oh, shit. Busted.
Knowing they'd never come back after they searched her apartment.
I know, dear. But you have to wait.
Holy shit. She killed him.
No thanks to this one. Mm--