Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-It makes it all wrong. -Wait a second--
-She done doed it. -She did?
Well.
You told her he loved her and he didn't say any such thing, did he?
I imagine you must have a few cocktail napkins...
-You asleep? -No.
Yes, Margaret Kendall, please.
Oh, Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes.
It'd be worse than wrong, it would be telecide.
And I just want you to know...
You probably got a lot of time on your hands.
...and then he left.
But he tells me that he's called his lawyer...
-...comfortable. -Yes, it does.
David, I came down because I wanted to.
-You didn't like it? -Fine, just because I like something--
-What about the third time? Third time? What third time?
I don't know what happened.
-Why you're 36 and by yourself. -What does that mean?
Can't do that.
I mean, it's a lush life, man. Whatever gets you through the night.
-Didn't you used to work at Sloan's? -Nope.
The have-nots taking the have for better or for worse...
Don't give it a thought. We're casual people ourselves.
How are we gonna do this? You've done this before, haven't you?
Well.
Look, I can't talk right now. All right, bye-bye.
There's nothing to resent.
I hate being uncomfortable, wondering what the employees are thinking...
...quaff a few cold ones with Mr. Murphy and get the real skinny.
But not one's ever been a friend.
I don't know what came over me.
Two people with one thing in common, and it sure ain't love.
Which comes from a region just south of the brain.
Stop before you embarrass yourself.
And when I do, if I do...
Have you ever seen a love expressed...
Back there in that police station, watching those two kids.
Of course I'm sure.
She's ruled by her emotions.
Why are you looking at me like that? Before this goes further...
Oh, it's a perfect time. Please have a seat, Ms...?
I've fallen in love with a wonderful man...