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