Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You have a register of malcontents? - Anyone who's sued us or threatened to.
I listen to the police scanner. Kind of a hobby.
- Yeah, boss? - Let Lee Skelling go.
CHO: What is that?
...that almost killed Mr. Faulk here. - I surely did not.
- Wait. I think we should wait. - What for? What could possibly happen?
Eureka. I found a trading account that made a series of moves in the market...
There were dinosaurs swimming above us.
Yeah, it came loose at some point, disarmed her.
Ego and pride and vanity, I expect.
The CEO shook my hand. I had it in writing.
I will.
- War? - Yeah, you know, those paintball guns?
Our companies employ over half a million people.
- Now, can I catch you? - Come on.
- Is that all? - Yeah, that's all.
- Joyce, you first. - Me first to do what exactly?
[COCKS GUN]
You want group therapy?
...out on an outdoor adventure retreat. Our victim was VP of Human Resources.
Thank you for your time.
Will you help us?
Ma'am?
...to be brave enough to tell him so. - How dare you?
Same time as every night, about half past midnight.
Your friends already took Lee. What do you want?
This week that we spend here is not a vacation. This is a test.
He wouldn't want it to interfere with your kayaking schedule.
- It was? - And why did you build this clever thing?
It's okay. Everyone just stay calm. It's no problem.
- Grief isn't productive, and that's all. - I don't buy that.
Staff kitchen, you said. This way?
I have no idea. But it's a pleasant spot, and I have sandwiches.
"When all go to bed they best say their goodbyes."
Because nobody gets on top of Randall Faulk, do they?
What does that mean?
His statements in no way reflect the official view of the CBI.
Oh, wow, that worked. Suddenly I trust you.
I was tempting fate to prove a point, and now poor Nadia has paid for it.
You knew how to disarm the bomb.
- You're kidding. - Let me guess.
Right.
Mr. Faulk, where does Mr. Cooby put his feet up?
You know that. We're keeping an open mind.