Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Mr. Addison, there's someone here to see you. Should I send him in?
Just like he lied about everything else.
...and pick out Wife Number 4.
Agnes, front and centre.
That hasn't changed.
...I could make it go away with a kiss or a quarter...
No.
-I thought you might be Craig. -No. Did you try to call again?
I guess the point, sir, that I'm trying to make...
Like I said, I'm selfish, totally selfish.
Fly like you've never flown before!
Bert, put it in park!
His wife left him yesterday.
Can't live with them...
Sir, the eagle's landed?
...down the aisle turned into a long ride.
I think you both need professional help.
...except he's afraid of sharp objects and guns.
Make sure you put in for the overtime.
-No. -Well, don't you think you should?
Sure I can't fix you something?
Think I'd hang up on an obscene phone call...
Think my stereo would be collecting dust because I'm afraid I'll miss her?
Please. Please, Mom...
Stay in Chicago as long as you need to.
...but I don't suppose that does the trick anymore.
He always loses track of time.
Mr. Addison, what are we gonna tell Bryant Wilbourne?
...it came to me:
Pardon me, sir?
-We're flying a skywriter, aren't we? -Yes, sir. I know, sir.
Two detectives.
-Oh, Alex. -What, "Oh, Alex"?
I'm glad to know that Craig's alive...
Are you sure? We had a different name.
Sitting here all day, I've had a chance to think a little bit too.
Keep it up, Bert. You got a big future as a doormat.
What can we do for you?
He was the one who was so insistent.
Aye, aye, sir.
I'm actually glad I heard all this.
-They don't wanna bother her. -Oh, bull, I run a business.
Keep her steady, Teddy.
One last thing: