Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alternate-side-of-the-street pronouns. I get it.

-David. -Oh, Maddie.

John sits in the restaurant every Tuesday and watches her.

She knows something's bothering me.

I'll go. You catch up when you can.

...that we could use a little surge in the cash flow.

I was checking out the expense log that Mr. Gates gave us.

Hey, I cash the paycheque, I do the job.

-Why doesn't it feel like that? -Like what?

He refuses to try and meet the woman of his dreams.

My husband wanted to kill him.

The thing that matters is that you love him and he loves you.

...got into a big knockdown-dragout, made up, made out...

-You think she wants to spit on cars? -David.

It's gotta be at least 8:30.

-That'd be nice. -Okay.

A chance? A chance to what, make sense?

I don't understand it. It's just something I gotta do.

Here. All right. Okay. How are you feeling?

-Time's up. -Time's up.

...that John was supposed to have completed, but he never did.

-Any regrets? -A few.

Thank you, David. I'm sure it's lovely and it was very sweet...

-The camera's rolling. -I can't do this.

She's on the redeye to Brazil.

Maybe he's still mad at me.

-We're gonna take you along with it. -That won't be necessary.

That's good to know.

Why would he wanna get caught?

Because it's showtime.

So it's a little quiet.

-Doesn't take his eyes off her. -Dribbles orange juice all over himself.

You get mad. You get busted.

Yeah. Well, now he's got 15 years in the way.

-All right. You all set? -Yeah.