Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Us, me, my marriage.
We need to talk to you.
We can talk. We can just be together.
Tony?
I don't know. I really don't.
But nothing compared to what he'd do to your head.
-...I said, wait. -You know what--?
Thank you, sir.
...rain or shine, come hell or high water, I will always be there--
What makes you think I don't wanna listen to chamber music?
This is my associate, Clive. We're from the organ bank.
It's always there for you.
You only want me to believe you feel fine.
And I don't think it has much to do with being detectives.
No, I don't need that kind of help.
...i1s giving Ms. Hayes a raw deal.
...murdered thus and so, you know?
Being David is a wonderful thing.
...I deserved more than the best lawyer Anthony could buy...
It wasn't that I was husband-hunting or anything.
What is it, what are you doing here?
This malarkey about this being a new gig for Mr. Baxter...
Let's attend to the mistress at hand, shall we?
Back off, no one's allowed in.
And my favourite solid gold DJ.
How can we help you, Ms. Baxter?
-You are upset. -Am not, am not, am not.
Let them go, let them go, who says we gotta catch them?
...that Mr. Addison may feel a little differently.
Just do what they told you to do in Lamaze class.
Probably.
I was determined to work it out.
Seems like old times.
Why are you angry?
...every one of them's been stormy and tempestuous...