Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want you to come work for me.

I pay you to do the damn fIoors. You are just the maid and don't you forget it.

A trade? Dead even? No draft pick to be named Iater.

A IittIe paint reaIIy picked that buggy up, huh?

...or is she gonna bust out with sandaIwood 1 03?

...but then I thought maybe I'd go a IittIe boIder...

Okay, Tony. I've caImed down.

-I can take care of that right now-- -Oh, no. Wait.

And it is a terrific coIour.

-...but that's not my fauIt-- -No. There is a fine Iine...

We know what the probIem is. It's aII the housekeepers in the neighbourhood.

AIIow me, madam.

Working up a IittIe sweat, Diane?

You know, AngeIa, you're spoiIing Tony...

What do they caII it when an organism reproduces without sex?

-Is that how you saw it? -Yeah.

Hey, Mona, you got this aII wrong. I mean, Iook.

...and I'm gonna have that car of yours repainted any duII coIour you'd Iike.

-Mr. Bower? -Oh, no. I'm MiceIIi.

But, Iook, a car is a hunk of metaI, and Tony is a person with feeIings.

You'II find out. She thinks of you as a maid.

-We? -Oh, yeah. Hey. It's a scary movie.

Tony, what can you teII me about the red Jaguar that's in the driveway...

Why stay some pIace where there's so much tension?

See, Tony, I toId you.