Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah. I can't stop caring about her.
Carol, please, I trusted you.
That's not possible.
But can we put a price on a man's health?
No, no, no, no, no!
Gentlemen, please.
Where were you last night?
From Mr. Walker.
No, he took some people out to Meadowland Industrial Park.
Come on, please?
How come you didn't offer to help?
No, no, Benson. Not the closet. No.
Then she packed her bags and left the hotel.
TAYLOR: The closet!
Well, well, isn't this something?
I'd never think to look for you out here.
I don't really want to know.
Yeah, just that one on your desk.
Benson.
Somebody brought it in a fake canoe.
I'm gonna try to make it to the door.
I'm gonna nail your mouth shut.
Matured.
One of my dumb school projects.
Isn't it wonderful?
You want some coffee?
Don't what? Look down.
You can write it off, my dear.
We're older now. We need the nourishment.
10 years. 20 years.
I knew you two would patch it up.
Mmm-hmm. Okay.
(SCREAMS)
How could you do this, Benson?
I can't, sir. I was here with Carol when Howard came in.
Do you like it, Benson?
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Taylor, look down.
But you let me believe that something was going on between you and Benson.
you were nailing Mr. Walker's wife.