Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no. You have nothing to fear from me. I've already called the police.

Why would a wife blackmail her husband?

We did notice a resemblance.

Well, I'm here now.

And I couldn't understand why he'd want to keep that from me.

You mean, we didn't get shafted?

I demand to be put in a cell now.

-Now! -Excuse me. Nice chatting.

Maddie, you've had the same pantyhose on for two days.

I'm worried about her.

Well, there's a good chance.

Too much, way too much.

Mr. Addison in yet?

-I'd pay to watch it. -You would.

...in the same room, for the first time.

And both of you have got more holes in you than one of Burt's socks.

-Is something bothering you? -No, is something bothering you?

We're detectives and we're here about Dennis Jones.

You look just like I remembered.

I've told myself that a million times. I just wish I could believe it.

When was the last time you saw them together?

Looks aren't everything, size doesn't matter--

Too bad. You know how she loves to travel.

How do you tell someone their wife's dead because of you?

...this is probably not any of my business.

Agnes, man-to-man, has this woman got a case of the cases or what?

-Avoiding work. -I always do that. That's not denial.

I tell you, the day doesn't go by when I don't think of her.

Well, not you exactly.

Everybody knew Dennis.

-Oh, never mind. -What's that?