Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Flashbacks?
Perfect. I just need your credit card information.
Memories.
Option two rarely pans out.
[grunts]
I'm just trying to make a living. You know, booze costs money. Usually.
[sighs]
She'll be okay.
Not for sport. It's got purpose.
and someone there recommended that we contact you.
Are you still having nightmares?
"lifted his car overhead and threatened him with your laser eyes."
[both grunting]
[sighs]
- [Bob and Barbara protesting] - [gun firing]
Why her?
but it sure does sleep around.
[sighs] God damn it!
Five hours and 21 minutes.
"Laser eyes." Moron.
[screams]
[gasps]
I buy in bulk.
[objects clattering]
You're a P.I.?
which won't leave a trace.
Are you going to find her?
You're not normal.
No! I can't leave.
What would you have me do? What exactly should I do?
Okay? I know.
And then there's the matter of your bill.
I said excuse me.
She could be in a cult!
our chef actually hunted down the recipe from Il Rosso's old chef.
Pathetic.
[wailing]
I found him on Craigslist.
He sent clients to me, this couple from Omaha.
Welcome back. Uh...
Something personal, but private.