Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but it ain't no case.

-And where's Mr. Addison? -He's serving those papers.

I'm afraid that my husband might still be in love with this Christina...

-Putting him behind bars. -Two things on my mind.

Six billion and one.

-All tumbleweeds look the same. -Yeah.

I've been shanghaied.

...I've never met a person who puts two and two together faster than you.

Finally a guy worth saying yes to.

I know that the last couple of weeks haven't been any clambake for you.

-We're not moving, David. -Give it a minute, it'll start up again.

-Michael? -Joan's husband.

-We just do. -Yeah.

They thought I was a distraught husband. But I killed her.

Has it been that long?

Hey, knock it off.

...time heals all wounds.

Well, I really should get some work done on this Anselmo thing.

-Busy. -Yeah, I can see that.

No, we're not stuck. We're just not moving.

I'm right here, Agnes.

...Joan was in a position to dictate the terms of our divorce.

-David, please be okay. -Maddie, is that you?

First wife. Looked just like the second. Drove her car off a cliff.

I just see no reason why Madelyn and I cannot--

David. Oh, my God, hang on.

...if there'd ever been another woman he'd thought about marrying.

-I'm Mrs. Dennis Spring, Joan. -Won't you sit down?

Here? Right now, while I'm driving?

A real survivor.

I knew I was gonna need this.

Can you imagine his auto insurance premiums?

We're with the High School Reunion Committee in Tina's class...

Old Sherlock Hayes here will invent one for here.