Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-S0? -So what?
-This is our slow time. -Mornings?
He's got a 50 percent chance of being right.
You must be wearing a lead dress. I can't see a thing.
What do you say you set me up with seven, maybe eight tequilas?
Mr. Wrye?
Whatever body you want.
That's Mr. Wrye. He's waiting for Mr. Taylor.
...arsonists, robbers, rapists, colourful people like that.
-Why? -Because it's the truth.
How can I relax? This is our first big case.
I'm not sure I understand the question.
Keep the windows up, your head down, the doors locked.
-What are you doing now? -Looking up the word "nefarious."
I had this dream last night.
We're having a stimulating discussion. Where you going?
And this, this is just the beginning.
That means he's scared.
Well, how may we be of help?
He wants you to step into the room.
I'm dying now, don't know if you heard about that.
...and I'd like you to find my son if you can.
It wouldn't make much difference to a person like you...
You're looking great, kid. No, really. You are really looking great.
...maybe you could smooth it over so I could see him again.
My team's sitting in the other bleachers.
...and send it home to your mother.
But what if it doesn't go your way?
I know he's old, but there's something kind of, I don't know...
-We're just looking for somebody. -You've looked in the wrong place.
Shut up. Your time is up.
Because that poor, sweet old man is dying.
Truth is, he may not want me to find him at all.
June, relax. I'll have a little chat with the boys.
-Deep doo-doo. -I get your point. I'll tell him.
We have a moral obligation. We made a promise.
What are y'all looking at? Show's over!
You try to remember birthdays, can't remember many.
The things you did. The things you didn't do.