Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And the company belongs to me.
-...it must feel nice. -What?
Are you saying he killed himself?
-Yes? -Yes what?
Yes, well....
Cash makes the wheels turn, the smoke stack, thighs part.
I've been out of the country for a while.
-What's this all about? -Glad you asked me that. Randy?
A great friendship is born.
See if there's anything.
-A painting? -A painting I'm sure...
-What? -I want you to have it.
I remember when I was 20, Philly was 19...
Let's hold it right there.
-You don't have to answer. -Yes. No.
...spends the only money she ever made--
Could you turn up the volume?
What did you get?
Can you come down and give us a hand?
-I cheat at connect-the-dots. -I swear to you I don't have a clue.
He says to me, "Let's get The Duchess."
They showed me this portrait he was painting when he died.
-I want you to see it. -You don't even know me.
I don't know why Charles took the painting back to the loft.
Of a thing.
-Where's The Duchess? -Won't you introduce me?
In those commercials you never spoke. So I gave you my own voice.
-I see. A painting of what? -A painting of what?
Maddie, the question we have been postulating and hypothesizing is:
-I don't have to talk to you. -On another picture of herself!
Or, you consider my plan...
Did he pull a gun in your living room?
Don't be sorry.
I haven't exactly decided where I want it.
That sounds so much nicer than money we've spent or lost.
Good.
I don't know. Where's the arrow point?
-Addison, my God! -Isn't that redundant?
The deal is closed. He gives me the money, I give him the painting.
What did you blow it on? Stocks? Bonds? Elvis memorabilia?
The wounds appear to be self-inflicted, but in light of the circum--
Maddie, admit it. You think this is great.
Look, I don't know why those two men killed themselves.
I want you to have it.