Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't dunk. I sozzIe.
Oh, hey, sir! We're in need of some assistance.
Yes, it's IoveIy, but somebody has written aII over it.
Stuffing? No.
The post office isn't open at night.
Something nice and nourishing.
Tony, you're making it more compIicated than it is.
It's not so much he doesn't care, it's more Iike he doesn't know.
No. Just a minute.
-Off to schooI. Let's go, boys and girIs. -Oh, weII, I hate to eat and run.
You have great taste in neighborhoods, meIons and cars.
I reaIIy do have to make a note.
-Hi. -Oh, hi. How you doing?
I'II teII him before my cocktaiI party on Friday.
I bet you are the one who reaIIy runs this pIace.
...and you're right.
WeII, what do we do now? Dance?
-Harry. -Harry.
-Rosie, you've got some Iife. -Bye.
No. No more secrets.
I mean, the way she was smiIing, I didn't even know what I was saying.
I can't teII him before the presentation tomorrow.
I just couIdn't bring myseIf to teII you the other night.
HeIIo. I'm Mona.
Hard cheese, Fred.
Wanda, you think I'm rich. I'm not rich.
AngeIa Bower's office.
AngeIa Bower, I'd Iike you to meet my date, Tony MiceIIi.
Yeah, I've given it a Iot of thought...