Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[wheezing laugh]
[laughter, chatter]
-[chuckles] Thanks. -Yeah.
[Grace] We can go out to the porch here.
I had just told him...
[indistinct chatter on TV]
I expect to see that bill of sale on my desk first thing tomorrow.
He asked me if I loved his dad.
Mm. I'm a businessman, Rachel. That's it.
[hip-hop music playing]
they just saw Bobby Dean's head floating in the water,
que dia é hoje?
-Please don't argue with me. -What? What, his eyes?
'cause you weren't staring through the shot.
Got nothing to say that we haven't already told the authorities.
Somebody left him here on purpose.
Well...
Non lo so rick
[Rachel scoffs] Most assholes do.
-His wife? -No, sir.
-Stay away from me, you fucking fag! -[grunts]
Just put it right here instead.
I mean, the last time we were both at a service was for my...
Nice to meet you, Josh.
[indistinct chatter]
-Hey. Fuck. Fuck! -[man] Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.
telling him that there's no way my father could've killed himself.
-Seems like a pretty good place to start. -I don't know.
He told me so...
Uh, I mean, I don't believe that... people actually need a reason
I don't know.
-[grunts] -[panting]
It's okay. Tell me.
His exact words.
♪ My savior, God, to thee ♪
Well, you can't possibly think I'm dumb enough to kill someone
I don't know.
-I don't know. You tell me. -I'm--
Waving your big fluorescent oar around, attracting a bunch of attention.
[knocking continues]
Why don't we just go inside?
-[music continues] -[indistinct chatter]
But then we realize... it can never really be ours, like...
I'm not sure that's good for business right now.
[grunts] Stop, stop. Stop! Stop!
Guess we won't have to water the crop.
Um, well, the work.
I... I called the Chicago PD earlier today.
-[Muzak plays softly over speakers] -[door bell jingling]