Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I can't buy them. -Better than shoplifting.

Some investors from Sicily.

-Champagne. -Booze.

You know, Maddie...

It's beautiful.

What do you think drove your husband to grow so cold towards you?

I know I gave you a sweater.

And you have to understand mine.

-What are they doing this time? -In the underground parking garage.

Maybe Mr. Kraft's being stood up?

To frame Nathan for murder.

-Betty Russell's here. -Show her in.

I'll take a head full of memories to the grave.

We'll let this windbag do his dance. I'll ask for a recess...

Once you get to the bar, go to the pay phone in the back.

I tried to trade Miss Hayes' gift to you...

If I ever saw a disaster in the making....

Lydia, can I talk to you alone?

Yeah, as soon as possible.

Okay, Buster. It's all right.

Something we don't have a lot of before the divorce is final.

I'm glad to see you taking an interest in the employees.

David, you've pulled chairs out for me.

Incontinent but financially secure? No, thanks.

Welcome to the majors, Burt.

And just what do you want, Madelyn Hayes?

He's definitely not a pocket watch kind of guy.

I have to request the absence of your client.

...and humiliating for my client who is not on trial here.

I know that now.

Ladies, back to work now. Thank you for your input and your output.

I'm not so much the executioner as I am the undertaker...

Day in, day out, slip and slide and sneak and peep and--

May I suggest we get down to business?

-BP, 50/0. No pulse. -Defib, 400-watt seconds.

Your car is safe and sound, though through no valour on my part.

-I gave it for your birthday. -My birthday?

-Drop me at the corner. -Where are you going?

Nathan Kraft just iced his partner.

Lydia, why did you lie to us?

A mortgage? Life-insurance premiums?

We've given you the Tebonn portfolio.

Hey, didn't you say you were with the deceased Friday afternoon?

Oh, my God. Nathan, call an ambulance.

I'm trying to say these two are still in the early stages of lovey-dove-ism.

-Please don't beg me. -I need to speak to you.

Well, dating's a lot like war...

We should get the number of his makeup man.

We were making love...