Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me, sir.
Get away with what?
I'm broke, Maddie.
-You did it. -I did not do it.
Okay, it was a bag of beans.
I love Mondays.
Someone was in and out of your partner's office in a hurry last night.
...opened a can of beans with my teeth.
The man is dead. Gone.
...you can tell your partner to come in out of the cold.
Recover. Look at yourself.
I went to the nursing home.
Wouldn't the same be true for his slippers?
Mr. Addison was at the Golden Hour Rest Home...
He's gonna win for his kids. Before you can say "Amarillo Slim"...
...Bacchanalian binges.
You've killed him.
I really thought...
There's an old expression:
And that's what you wanted to say?
A charity for kids from Vietnam?
-I'm talking to you. -You're trying to.
Do you really wanna be Soupy Sales?
We know.
Of course, I could be wrong.
...every penny my children have coming to them...
I know how I'd feel if someone turned off his oxygen...
-Except recover. -Recover?
I mean, it's not like you can ask anybody directions.
-Oh, you don't? -No, I don't.
I've called a messenger service. Put these in an envelope.
And then close my eyes and shave.
Give me a clue.
-How did you know? -I didn't.
What's that supposed to mean?
...I saw an electric light bulb.
Too bad.
Well, I find it terribly pathetic.
I'm getting the hang of it, though. Like yesterday...