Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Social amenities? -Yeah.
I don't know. Guess it means he sighs a lot.
You wanna tell me what we're doing here?
No back-and-forth. No ping and pong.
But for the past three months, he's changed.
Get inside what it means? All right, great.
It's okay, I got it taken care of.
...down to the parking structure, I'd be...
But ever since then...
Your attitude, your silence, avoiding me.
Does that have anything to do with why he came to see us?
Yeah?
Unlike you, I will be back.
-Not "you" you, David. I'm crushed.
My conscience bothers me too.
-Gonna go through with it, huh? -Really going through with it.
It's not intentional.
No. He's fine.
...your hot breath, your hair wrapped around my throat."
-You can't draw the line. -I have to.
John has breakfast here every Tuesday morning.
So that means if I ask you out for, say, a movie and popcorn...
If he was a little less joyful, we'd have a better chance of finding this broad.
It is nice.
-He told you about us? -He's not here. He died at the office.
-How can we help you, Mr. Gates? -I have this slight problem.
...bowling and a beer, snowshoeing and maple syrup--?
-And her name's Juliet? -No, must be a pet name.
David!
...and I wanna bring him out right now. Come on.
David, she's gonna kill herself. Do something.
That two private detectives had followed him, found out.
Fills an encyclopaedia of babble about this babe...
...but I cannot. My joy at seeing her blinds me."
I wish he'd say something.
Well, that's that.
Light of my dark and lousy existence.
-How'd he take it? -It was his suggestion.
Why'd you kill him?
No. Let me be swallowed into eternity...
This is pretty amazing.