Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just do what I say.
Come on, don't play dumb with me.
I can't look him in the eye and tell him his son's a killer.
What happens now?
What's the point if you won't even let me try?
You don't understand, Maddie.
Of course I am.
They're all after me.
I can look different. I have lots of looks. I was a model.
Take out the dean, they figure, and that makes you the best.
We don't think alike. We don't agree.
Hey, my man! All right!
...you can excuse yourself, get me, I'll tell him or we can tell him together.
Did you hear what I said? Your father is dying.
I believe you, kid.
I'm dying.
All right, what do you want? Now, you don't belong here!
To go. I come here all the time. They're very fast.
...just where is this office of yours?
I like the show-- Wait! Stop.
Walk away from it.
What do you think?
We've talked to newspaper people, the police, the DA's office...
The sooner he finds out, the sooner we're off it.
I don't have to wait in the car. It's my car.
We've been working all this time for a professional killer.
Well, he's the best.
Do you have any idea how much this 'do costs?
-Button that button. -What?
It's my detective agency. I don't have to do anything I don't want to.
-I'm overreacting. -You're not.
...particularly when I'm paying for the car.
France?
He said his son might be involved in something nefarious, so I--