Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ms. Hayes...
-Good to be perfect at something. -Your attitudes towards Molly...
No doubt looking for someone to help her dial.
-Sure she was his wife? -The credit card said...
Anyone got a match?
Of course, I don't have to tell you that.
The search is over. Call off the dogs, we done found the fox.
You still don't see how important this is.
It doesn't have to be 90-weight.
What the hell, let's give this cowboy a jump and see what he's got.
The kind who doesn't leave home without his American Express card.
Mind if I puke in your purse?
Full of yourself for what you'd accomplished. Or thought you had.
-S0? -So I guess we're not gonna find out...
First we get realistic.
I own a house, I own a boat. I'm the kind of man who reads Playboy.
The day people get paid? The night people get what rhymes with paid?
-It happens. -To you? Is Ripley aware of this?
-When did you figure this out? -During the commercial.
I guess we got our Friday night date after all, huh?
I cleared more last year than my father made in his entire lifetime.
Hey, Stevie.
So, Ms. Vance, let's start at the beginning.
Obviously not. I described a mature, intelligent woman of substance...
...there she was...
You don't say.
I'm not admitting a thing. Not till I have proof.
You were looking for someone who was the list.
Were the '27 Yankees only a baseball team?
I'm upset because there's a shattered woman who, as we speak...
-Squeeze me in? -Yeah. You know...
Molly, it's Maddie Hayes. Tell me everything.
-Gee, I'm surprised. -Surprised?
You've opened up a new revenue source...
-I think we shouldn't take this case. -This is unusual.