Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Fifty thou. -American dollars.
On the outside chance that I get lucky, how much?
You know what that means.
I've never done that before.
Turn the wheel!
Addison, you lost the bet. It's over.
If a guy gets blown to bits, you're gonna see bits of guy, right?
Mom, will you read me a story before I go to bed?
This is my associate, David Addison.
But I ain't running down five flights of stairs after you.
That made Mom crazy, she made Dad crazy...
Mr. Addison? Ms. Hayes wants to see you in her office.
-I was trying to raise spirits. -Raise spirits?
Every morning of the past seven months, I've walked in and you've said:
What, you take success hard?
Very nasty fall, man.
This is too difficult to do over the phone.
-You're kidding. -She even offered incentives.
-The look on her face.... -Eat too much, drink too much.
What if I had been a potential client...
How can I be sure? Well, it's difficult to explain.
When I got there, no Clark.
No.
No, not if you go out there and do what you agreed to do.
-Moi. -The whole thing...
"Los Angeles River, 11:41...
-This is no longer a fun place to work. -How will I sleep?
-You were singing. -I was celebrating!
-He got squished. -Squished?
Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right out.
Of course.
Nothing matters. Life's a carnival. Work's a party!
Clark, gone?
Talk, negotiate.
Maybe he went out to get a paper.
Why did you take the risk?
...every time he jumped on my bed, he got my quilt dirty.
Mark my words. Maturity is its own reward.
Please. My son, my stepson, really, is 35 years old.
He's a concert pianist by vocation.
Well, no, but you were standing next to me when his van blew.
But it's such a colourful lie.
"Good morning, Ms. Hayes."
"How low can he go?"
-Come on, how low can you go? -What are you talking about?
Next up, our buddy Lewis...
Are you suggesting this kidnapping has to do with his gambling?