Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wouldn't. See, I was supposed to go with my dentist, Jordan.

I guess there's nothing to do now but mourn and spend the money.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could just rent a guy?

Unless you're Lindbergh's baby or Jimmy Hoffa, it'll wait till Monday.

Someone to take home on Thanksgiving and Christmas and special occasions.

Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it?

Whoever is your peeping Tom, Dick or John...

Bonsoir, Monsieur Clements?

For the trip? You mean how much money for the trip?

Sort of related.

...magnanimous.

Police. You ever hear of them?

We all knew he loved Celia.

Somebody ought to tell women about that, you know?

I mean, because I'm sitting there in this chair.

...and you can see the flowery lace showing through. Why do they do that?

Friends, family, until it was just the two of us.

Twelve hundred dollars, on the barrelhead.

His estate? His estate?

I guess I wasn't looking where I was going.

Imagine Mr. Clements loving his wife so much, he couldn't live without her.

Oh, my goodness. Excuse me. What time do you have?

-We will be able to stop it, won't we? -We'll sure try.

Well, that's awfully...

-In a minute! -In a minute!

-How much what? -How much do I get?

Ms. Hayes, Mr. Addison, there's a man here to see you.

Roger Clements. Does that name mean anything to you?

Why wouldn't you go with someone who's delighted to take you?

...but if I don't get some help quickly, I'll be dead within 48 hours.

How come he didn't come here himself?

Of course I'm right.

Three o'clock here. Five o'clock in Chi town.

This afternoon you said that the heirs to Roger Clements' estate...