Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No one has called her.
She is on vacation.
Guess you called that one.
...that he never told me. It doesn't matter.
"Crisis in Evanston." Do you remember?
Anyway, I paid her rent and she took art classes...
I don't think really think he lied to you.
Aren't you a Mrs...
All right. I'll take this one right here.
Quite a picture, Bert.
It's not the same around here without you slamming doors and yelling.
No more gruesome headlines. No more household hints.
She wants nothing more from life...
But you can't. You're up to your eyeballs...
Thank you, sir.
The reason they call it a personal life...
I can show you off anytime.
Anyway, don't worry.
Those kids are his wife's from another marriage.
Mom, really, I don't think I want anything.
It's a family matter, actually.
-Have a seat, Mr. Wilbourne. -Thank you.
-Mr. Addison. -Hold that thought, Bert.
Hey, if you wanna get a snack, don't let me stop you.
She got my share, I think.
Oh, no, everybody should be in that kind of trouble.
Now, suppose you take this case.
We need a recent photograph, the person's name...
It's time to earn your wings or go down in flames.
We're with Harum Scarum Carpet Cleaning Company.
So he'll never worry about missing another call.
Make Agnes a nice dinner.
Mr. Wilbourne, the point is, it looks like a short walk...
Well, a little kiss to grow on.
I'll call you at the first sign of gangrene.
Flight 127 to San Jose is now boarding at Gate 4.
He acted like they were his own kids...
I can smell the manure from here.
...you got Wife Number 2 and 3 across town.
It's just that he didn't know how.
-Good morning, stranger. -Morning.