Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Couldn't help noticing Onan here spilling his seed on yesterday's Times.
...we didn't know that Dennis Spring used to be Jones but Harold did.
What?
-No. Joan Spring is dead. -Michael's second wife.
-Morning's almost over. -Already?
I haven't been this harsh since you were in charge.
I understand. It must have been awkward.
A client. She doesn't have an appointment.
I've built her up to be someone so formidable.
-How far do you think you'll get? -Far enough.
You? You doing all right?
-Right? -Blind hatred.
-Then who's Harold? -Christina's birdbrained brother.
-And you know what? -What?
All right, tell us everything you know about this episode.
Augie, get off her.
Geronimo!
-I am just fine. -I doubt it.
Mr. Swinburne....
How can I tell them Joan Spring is dead?
David!
Well, somebody's gotta keep the home fires burning.
Well, I, you know-- I've been here. When I'm here, you're not.
There's that tumbleweed again.
I can't tell you how happy I was.
Maddie, did you push the button?
The bio in her yearbook didn't say anything about being formidable.
They were smiling this morning, together...
He was doing research.
-Miss DiPesto, will you--? -Cancel your reservation?
Well, maybe he's just not comfortable with the new, improved Blue Moon.
That's coping. What you've been doing is denying.
-Yeah, it looks that way. -Just trying to run a business.
How may we help you?
Here's David.
Morning, how did you sleep?
Denial is lying to yourself.
...on a semi-regular basis.
What a pity. She and Dennis made a great couple.
...tried to make it look like suicide.
-Maybe we should cut our caseload. -I think she's got it.
New name, new town, new life...
You'd have to get a stepladder to see my irises.
I don't think that's it, Burt.
Indio, it's somewhere near Palm Springs.
-Okay. -I just wanted to find out...
So....
It's not a secret, it's the past.
Oh, I just thought I might need this later on in the show.
-That's who I thought you might be. -But why?
Unless you want to get your butt kicked out of prime time...
We're stuck, David.