Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-There's the defective one. -What's the matter with this chair?

There was a burglary last night. Police are up there.

Does the U.S. Navy know about this?

-Is he healthy? -Show him in, please.

-What? -We can't leave him here.

-We cut the ticket in half. -Oh, boy.

I'll make you sweat. I'll make you moan.

Oh, how can you think of about eating after today?

...to have me do this for you.

We can't get the best actors for these small roles.

Madelyn Hayes, I'm surprised at you.

No conversations below the waist.

Three DOAs. Gunshot wounds. Must have been quite a firefight.

-Right. As what? -Bodyguards.

I mean, he died all alone. No friends, no family.

-David Addison. -Harry Soffer.

I'll be honest with you, this is all being filmed.

I'm having trouble formatting the documents on my floppy disk.

Probably wasn't anything you could do.

So where does Guy fit into all this?

You get creeped up about anything having to do with the big sleep.

As a matter of fact, bring a girlfriend along.

-You tripped me. -I didn't trip you.

...we're happy to allow you the pleasure of disinterring Mr. Soffer.

-It's off already. -Well, get mine out.

Because that little old man was an extremely accomplished thief.

All right, good. Now, touch your finger to your nose.

Don't they have anything better to do?

-David, I can't do this. -Give me some help.

-With fishnets on. -I'll dial for you.

I'd like to see you alone, Mr. Addison.

I thought chewing your pantyhose off was gonna be a lot more fun than this.

-Harry? Don't you touch me. -She's a little standoffish at first.

-What was Harry doing in our office? -Trying to hire us.

-Is this what all the hubbub's about? -For a dead guy, you're one sly dog.

Security. For both of us. So we could claim our winnings safely.

Eureka, there she blows.

After the three of us are done towelling each other off--

Just as I know you are a reasonable woman.

Slime line? That wasn't a slime line, that was library information.

I mean, going to your reward, crossing over to the other side.

David, you have devolved into something lower, viler...

How about we take a trip to X-ray and shine a light through your head...

-I wish the paramedics would get here. -Did he tell you anything?

I had no idea you were so superstitious.

-I'm Winston Guy. -I'm Maddie Hayes.

-Why can't we get through? -The circuits are busy.

Or maybe you wanna get planted again.

You wouldn't happen to know where Winston Guy is right now, would you?

If we found this ticket, how come lku and Bicky didn't find it?

-Am I right, Mr. Viola? -Right.