Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd hate to see one of their funerals.
Well, no, no. I'll have to check a few other places before I decide.
It's having Fred's wedding here. I'm just not so sure it'll work out.
Can I make a suggestion?
Well, I'm an expert on helping bachelors.
Your prejudice is coming through loud and clear.
Besides, you've gotta live here, not me.
I'd say it doesn't happen every hundred years in this part of town.
I really am.
I do love you.
Why do you say that?
Then you must have just had a big dinner.
I'm going with Fred to discuss the wedding plans
John Kendall next door is putting a "not for sale" sign in his yard.
Do you know any Count Basie?
Oh, Mrs. Finley is a pain in the B-E-H-I-N-D.
Oh, you too, Mr. Davis, and thank you.
We're returning the chairs. I'll be back.
- Would you like some more coffee? - Oh, I'll get it. Want a cup?
Carol, what he says.
Gee, I didn't know. Congratulations. I love weddings.
You used to ring her so often we nicknamed you "The Phantom Buzzer."
Well, I guess another guest for dinner won't be any trouble.
Richard, by the time you get married, maybe he can.
- Well, I have to leave now. - But what about your phone call?
Thank you, Howard.
Grab the reverend and let's do it.