Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm at my wit's end. Every night, clubs, bars, searching...
Gangway!
Why did he come to you, Maddie Hayes, detective--
...inventing a wife for yourself.
-Very cute. -All those numbers, all those buttons--
-What are you talking about? -It was a great idea...
Well, it wasn't Rufus, I only slept with him.
Maddie, Maddie. What are you doing, doing?
-This is Alan Tupperman. -Ms. Hayes. Mr. Addison.
Insurance companies don't pay off without a body.
But you're wrong, Maddie. It is there.
Please don't make me use this.
-You kill me. -If only I could.
-We'll each find our own woman. -We what?
It so happens that when you burst in here...
...who turns the flame up and makes him feel like a man.
...and his wife checked out a half an hour--
Why don't you look down here. I'll go check in the bedroom.
-I've never met this woman. -Then why do you wanna find her?
Well, I should make it clear that I'm not the kind of person....
-I don't believe it. -You don't want to.
What you mean, "we," paleface?
...do you think you're doing, parading that--? That through my office?
Right, you're always serious.
One thing I won't tolerate is....
-S0? -S0?
He changed his mind. A man does have that prerogative.
-I may stay up late with homework. -A lot of thought went into this list.
-Do you have a photograph? -Nope.
Find two for Tupperman, leaving Molly.
...when they see their queen leaving two hours early?
-What does that mean? -It means it's over.
Where I found her is hardly the point. The point is...
There's been a misunderstanding. We're looking for a Molly Lewis.
...sent them to the cleaners once a week, opened some charge accounts...
...at the end of the year...
-Why'd he come to see you? -What?
-Open the door. -Really?