Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, that's not like her.
Sir, I have a favour to ask. Would it be possible...?
Good. Here's how you can start:
Get on the road and wait for me to beep.
Yes, this is David Addison.
See how far we can go before you're out of range.
No. I don't know.
-Could have bloody marys-- -Please!
Well, I mean, the first day, jet lag, okay.
Mr. Addison, I believe this man loves my sister.
He was unable to have children?
With big brother in the big house, there'd only be one person in control...
I know what goes on.
Are you drinking?
-l wasn't planning on reading anything. -Good.
I don't know when she'll call.
No, it's not like that at all.
...hold on a minute, he's right here.
...1s where do we go when we're sad?
Yes, yes, I remember.
We traffic in sadness.
-Bull's-eye. -Bull's-eye.
All three of them get a headache, you go to a bar...
I kind of saw it that way myself, sir.
There is no new number.
-Not Mrs. Abercrombie? -No.
And we can sleep in.
One dead, the other ruined.
Rotarian, sir.
She started writing about the beautiful weather...
Heel, Bert.
-No, not at all. -No.
It's our stock in trade, our bread and butter.
Once in this whole week, have you seen her pick up a telephone?
I don't know, kid.
...with Miss Hayes being gone, from a business point of view.
-Mr. Wilbourne, we've gotta get back-- -Please stay.
Thought the policemen's ball was next week.
No, sir, telephone beepers.
Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Viola...
Sorry to bother you again.
By the time you're done...
...that immediately precedes a good sound sleep.
Well, fine, fine.
Well, actually...
What?
It's time to go. Oh, Agnes says to say: