Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and thinking about what you're gonna be...

Here they come.

This wouldn't have anything to do with that Laurel-and-Hardy delivery...

And I'm not the one that divorced him a week later.

I know what you're doing. I know why you're doing it.

I got a clean slate, okay?

...or to help him grab his one chance at happiness?

-Why don't you keep it? -I can't.

-...we said some things to each other. -Yeah?

Are you all right? David?

Brian, I'm here all night. Okay?

I have something I need to talk to you about.

-What's this? -Those are copies of John's journal.

-Why? -You're on the rebound.

He didn't exactly have all the social amenities.

I'm not the one that left in the middle of the night for Chicago...

Matches the photo.

He figured he could still make it look like a suicide.

...that's not the way we do things around here.

...I knew I didn't stand a chance.

...and you're just not sure it's right.

John had so much love, he wouldn't let anything stand in the way...

I hate all this silence.

I think maybe I'd like to come back up after all.

I mean, how are we gonna find "the daughter of the sun"?

John has fallen in love with this woman from afar.

Anything was better than having to talk to her face to face.

And for God's sake, stop asking me how I feel about you.

That's all, folks.

I'm working on it right now. The presentation's practically finished.

...and told me the journals had been written about me.

-Yeah. -You really mean that?

Eight thousand?

-Brian Gates. -David Addison.

-Getting late. Leaving soon? -In a minute.