Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here comes our artiste, I think.

If a guy did to me what you did to me...

Why are you doing this? Just let go of me.

No, no. No, it's not a bad time.

David. David, are you--?

I would have rather done something myself.

Because if you do this, you're not gonna live to regret it.

Most of the time, John writes about her...

You always have such an amazing way...

"Your hair wrapped around my throat"?

...a suicide over a broken heart.

Yep, that's that.

Seven thirty to 10, you and me, Tuesdays.

Well, I'm all talked out.

You and junior gonna be okay?

Every other day, he writes, "I love her."

I'm gonna close my eyes, and whoever stole the soundtrack, put it back.

...as Mr. Bishop and I are no longer married.

...maybe convince her to meet with him. I know it sounds crazy.

Random thought. It just popped into my head.

-I know, but I feel horrible. -For who? Old crazy John?

I really appreciate it.

-I'm sorry, I just can't. I can't. -Wait, excuse me.

-David, how are you? -Medium rare.

First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding.

Here he is admiring this woman from afar...

-"The walrus is Paul." -That's very funny, David.

I have, however, returned them all to you...

You're funny today. But, no, that's not it.

...when we're gonna get together and practise some other time.

-We heard. -And you think I killed him, don't you?

Bet she hates all this silence. She knows something's wrong.

If there's a problem, if something's wrong...

-How's Terri? -She's good. She's very good.

You've turned into quite a detective.

Why should I say something? I don't wanna say something.

-Where's the fire? -Good morning.

And I found those in his desk.

I dreamed that you and me went to a wedding...