Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you ready For this thing called love?
Our lips were three inches apart, just like this.
And if it's strategy, anything goes?
No, but telling me he polished the pink helmet with me in mind. . .
Well, it's just that l find myself getting, you know.
-You're going home? -Yeah. Bye.
For their sake, if not Sarah Warner's, let's dial the code of conduct. . .
Why would anyone go out with him?
You think your case was affected by Mr. Milbury's apelike behavior?
He--
So whatever destructive urges l have, l'm facing them alone.
Oh, mark on his turf. There's a romantic turn of phrase.
-And ever since l've been. . . . -An ass?
So he's smart, cute and kind.
-You on my side or not? -Raymond.
It's something in John's note, reading between the lines.
You really don't have a clue, do you? You're a pretty amazing attorney.
Women's intuition. Plus, Glenn told me.
-What was that last one? -I can't believe it.
-What's the deal with hiring me? -You're an excellent attorney.
-Good night, Raymond. -Good night.
Making advances on opposing counsel for the purpose of harassing her.
-When you say sexual advances-- -He'd ask me out.
Mr. Milbury represented the defendant, l represented the plaintiff.
-Come on. -Raymond!
. . .implying that l'm dumb. Everybody looks for chinks in the armor.
Because men no longer considered her a sexual object.
I don't need special protection. I don't want it.
He was good. He didn't even waive his right to be a pig. . .
Fear of Flirting
She hated it. One day l came home from school and found her crying.
-What in the hell is that? -I can explain!
Okay.
Thanks for trusting me.
I owe you. I'll be right back with the file.
She's suing you personally. You could lose your house. Worse, your wardrobe!
I didn't give it to him. So much for your little theory.
-Celebrate? -Absolutely.