Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thirty-seven days till my birthday. 38, it's a leap year.

But can you tell me what's right?

Okay, here, good.

-I don't think she's home. -She's not gonna be here.

...I'm insulted.

And I can't go to prison. I'd never make it.

Way beyond the call of duty, Addison.

-Got the gift of gams. -Long, dark hair.

But just because we have this history, this crazy pattern of behaviour--

And if we want it to be different, it can be.

More than enough to wrap around your throat.

-You understand any of this? -Doesn't matter, as long as they do.

-Careful, David. -I'm being careful.

-You said you would do it. -I'm gonna do the--

Look, I ain't no Rod McKuen over here.

...and then dialled 911.

I thought he was in some sort of jealous rage...

"There once was a bimbo named Juliet."

You know, David...

...they loved you.

I promised Terri I'd stop by, see how she's doing, check on her.

Yeah, right. So what's he do once the coast is clear?

He's gone off the deep end over some woman.

-I'm fine. -You look great.

-What's up? -What's the hurry?

...I'd read the journals and envied Juliet...

-Her real name is Mary, Mary Erin. -Mary?

-Where'd she go? -Up there.

It's a beautiful morning. The two of us might as well sit here and chat a while.

...had a healthy, 7-pound boy.

Because I was trying to save someone.

No. Sits down, takes out his quill and writes:

...when you were a kid.

-Okay. -Thattaboy.

-Good night. -Night.

Over the past couple of years, we've made a tidy profit...

I've got more than enough to make me happy.

...and then they would bring Ricky Nelson down...