Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

David, you shouldn't have.
...you have a 9-year-old niece, and your landlady locked her keys in the car.
Extra olives. Sausage.
I demand my phone call. I demand my attorney.
It's not such a bad assignment. She seems nice enough.
...you've been so adult and mature about this whole David thing.
...in the slimy hands of this mick Donegan.
-You know what? You're jealous. -What? Really?
Couch.
-Us. -It's him.
Come on, David. I've apologised to Maddie.
A blue bow. Oh, this is so cute.
Oh, Annie, this is Detective Donegan. He's the one who's supposed...
Thanks.
Make sure you move the whisk all over the bottom--
But the investigation keeps getting held up.
I'm a heel. I hated lying to him.
I'd like that.
Yes, Miss Hayes. How many will there be in your party?
Next time I'm up north, I'll throw a cord in the back of the truck for you.
-Narcotics, isn't it? Money laundering. -Counterfeiting? White slavery?
Ferraris. Maseratis.
-My God, I forgot to tell you. -Miss Hayes, get back to the car.
Thanks.
Well, it was a double bill so I don't know when....
That's why you're gonna fall in love with her.
-Do you like this couch? -I like this couch except--
-Do you think my jokes are too stupid? -No.
I can make you something else if you like.