Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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