Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sighs] Mr. Spheeris doesn't have any meetings today.

- Didn't this used to be Il Rosso? - Yes.

I didn't want to do, but I wanted to.

Not wealthy, but legit.

But you also like women.

I thought you didn't like or trust me.

Miss Jones. What is it?

They said there was no evidence of a crime being committed,

I need one coach ticket on the next flight to Hong Kong.

- [woman] Gregory Spheeris' office. - [Jessica] Hi.

Yo! Chop chop! Quick like a bunny!

No, it sounds like it was very calculated.

My phone's been acting up.

I need a summons served to the owner of several gentlemen's clubs.

Still ladies' night?

[Roy] Headin' out, boss.

But hey, don't do me any favors.

She moved out of her apartment, we don't know where.

I got regulars.

There's history here.

Where's my car?

- to order classic Italian pasta... - Amatriciana.

[sniffling] He made me do things that...

[Barbara] It's Barb Shlottman, Hope's mom.

So what have you detected?

Don't let anyone near you, just go!

Clearly, there's no IQ test for owning a strip club.

He took their daughter.

Except you been watching me like a hawk since you walked in.

Pops always said,