Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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