Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Takes a little longer than a few minutes to go from whack...
...50 I could go someplace new, start over.
-Agnes. -Oh, Ms. Hayes.
I'm not Mrs. Bishop.
Where is she?
I don't have any illusions about my relationship with Anthony.
Instead of lying awake all night worrying about how you feel.
But you know what else?
We're all very thrilled for you both.
We spent years hating each other, blaming each other.
The baby being Sam's and not David's.
I got a lot of responsibility here, you know.
He owns a clam joint on the Hudson River, doesn't he?
I hate to break it to you, but that's what this is about, not you.
Let's try the police.
Me with you in a car. I'm just not use to all this silence.
You might, depending on what you worship, Miss Graves.
Could I speak to you outside for a moment, please?
Go to hell.
What?
No, no regrets.
You still don't seem upset.
-In the garage. -Exactly.
There is if you're Mrs. Baxter.
Woke up this morning, looked in the mirror...
He listened to me, he comforted me.
The business of Blue Moon is business. Show her in.
I'm not going by Mrs. Bishop. I'm going by Maddie Hayes.
Maybe he just pulled the steel wool over Ms. Hayes' eyes.
Do I detect a slight tinge of defensiveness on the subject?
There's no explanation, there's no reason.
You're really gonna like him.
Could I pull off the road and get you anything?
...laughing and talking.
Excuse me for interrupting, but were you two gonna take this case?
Mind if I turn the radio on first?
The gnarled fingers of betrayal reaching down your throat...
Let them get caught on some other detective show.
You don't think Mr. Addison's not coming in, do you?
And then it all fell into place.
No, no, no. Absolutely a hundred percent not.
-What? What, Mrs. Bishop? -Acting this way.
You've got to know that when I got on that train, I had every intention...
Oh, you mean about getting married?