Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I loved Gail, I did. I do.
It could have been the man who fills my car at the gas station.
Beg for mercy, you digit! One, two, three.
Miss Addison.
-...some terrible things. -What about Macy?
-Didn't you hear? She attacked him. -She?
There were other things too, it was quite a letter.
He knows me and clearly wants to get to know me better.
...but to this guy, who doesn't exist...
I did.
Mr. Hayes.
He's a nut.
The letters were so well written.
La Dolce DiPesto.
Why are you looking at me like that?
You killed Gail, didn't you?
It could have been anyone.
...and 10 parts what my gardener spreads on the lawn.
I figured the good old U.S. Postal Service...
I don't know, what is it?
I want you to find him and stop him.
-Gail-- -Gail!
...you got your assorted diseases...
I like you. I like Mr. Addison.
Oh, come right in.
...which side do you want me to scrub first?
...from Publishers Clearing House.
...when a married woman wants to stop an affair she's having in the mail.
...my name is Peter Macy. No future exists for me.
-Help me. Help me. Help me. -I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Mr. Addison in yet?
I hope we didn't disturb you, sir.
-Then why not stop running? -Because then she'd catch me.
What's up, kids?
If I'd known throwing this party for you would depress you so...