Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You have a register of malcontents? - Anyone who's sued us or threatened to.

I was tempting fate to prove a point, and now poor Nadia has paid for it.

It's okay. Everyone just stay calm. It's no problem.

You want group therapy?

Will you help us?

You know that. We're keeping an open mind.

- It was? - And why did you build this clever thing?

Staff kitchen, you said. This way?

- Yeah, boss? - Let Lee Skelling go.

The CEO shook my hand. I had it in writing.

- Now, can I catch you? - Come on.

CHO: What is that?

...that almost killed Mr. Faulk here. - I surely did not.

- War? - Yeah, you know, those paintball guns?

- Wait. I think we should wait. - What for? What could possibly happen?

- Is that all? - Yeah, that's all.

...to be brave enough to tell him so. - How dare you?

Yeah, it came loose at some point, disarmed her.

Mr. Faulk, where does Mr. Cooby put his feet up?

This week that we spend here is not a vacation. This is a test.

What does that mean?

- Grief isn't productive, and that's all. - I don't buy that.

"When all go to bed they best say their goodbyes."

He wouldn't want it to interfere with your kayaking schedule.

- Joyce, you first. - Me first to do what exactly?

Our companies employ over half a million people.

Because nobody gets on top of Randall Faulk, do they?

Oh, wow, that worked. Suddenly I trust you.

I listen to the police scanner. Kind of a hobby.

Thank you for your time.

Ego and pride and vanity, I expect.

Same time as every night, about half past midnight.

I have no idea. But it's a pleasant spot, and I have sandwiches.

- You're kidding. - Let me guess.

Eureka. I found a trading account that made a series of moves in the market...

His statements in no way reflect the official view of the CBI.

...out on an outdoor adventure retreat. Our victim was VP of Human Resources.

Your friends already took Lee. What do you want?

There were dinosaurs swimming above us.

You knew how to disarm the bomb.