Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess for a first year, it wasn't so bad.
Wait a second, I know who you are.
-David! -Addison, that letter you wrote...
Okay.
I'm not about to jump off.
I also read about Farley in this morning's paper.
-Good. -Good.
...does she say anything when I solve another case?
...you're like a priest.
-Hi. -Hi.
...figuring out the future.
Too late. I already cracked it.
-Ms. Hayes? -Ms. DiPesto?
Somebody gave you that?
-Morning. Yup.
Listen, if I had a sister who...
Are you kidding? Me neither. That's the last thing I want.
A man dies. I'm a detective.
-So that's why you're here? -We're a team.
Sorry, he's not in. Sorry, he's not in.
What could be bothering me?
Anyway, usually I just turn over, don't pay any attention.
-Hap P? -Happy anniversary to you
Yeah. My business meeting's about to start.
-You know why? -Separate offices.
-S0? -S0?
-Would you like to tell me what it is? -No.
You gotta die, Farley.
Talks in his sleep? What kind of business you in?
I smell a fee.
We stuck it out through good cases and bad cases.
Maddie!
Sleeping and talking.
I'm David Addison.
Give me a hint.
Yeah. Well, she seemed to think so.
It's not like I care about him. I don't wanna see him go to prison.
Room 1411.
Sit down, sit down. Toby. Please, sit down.
And I know why you're upset.
Tell you so you can tell the police. I can't.
Go ahead, open it.
Finding the real you is our forte.
-No kidding. -No kidding.
I've figured out the key to our success.
-No! -You are ruining my life!
I just know.
-Just got in. -Just got in?
Really, this table is reserved.
You're her brother!
You two know each other?
Excuse me.
...I mean, was running with....
Sorry, he's not in.