Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He had his heart set on a brood.
Dear Maddie...
...is if I could help you, I would.
Listen, from the score-one-from-your-side file...
I guess it's because he couldn't have any kids of his own.
-And you want us to find her? -No, no, not Jackie.
There was a time...
No, Agnes, telephone beepers, for Mr. Addison.
...she had a breakdown.
We're sorry, the number you have reached has been disconnected.
You're even starting to sound like the blond.
Mr. Addison, may I speak with you in private for a moment?
Let's hit it, Herbert.
We're very sorry about your loss, Mrs. Girardi.
-Sure. -Okay.
-You're the lady of the house? -Yes. I am.
Mr. Addison, we're on the street in an airplane.
My parents' death only made that worse.
Finally, I drove out to his house and there was nothing.
Not a care in the world.
Forgive the interruption.
...you could stampede heifers through the opening.
An engagement ring is a very powerful aphrodisiac, Mr. Wilbourne.
You did your job too well.
I guess I have.
He planned on being a bigamist?
Flight 77 now arriving at Gate 2.
-No need? -No need, nada, zip.
What was it to you?
...which was supposed to have been yesterday...
I know, Daddy.
She got twice as much of it as anyone I ever met.
...than to feel your heart pounding against hers.
Whacked him over the head with a wrench.
...like Sky King.
...how's it blowing in the Windy City?
And they say air travel isn't as safe as it used to be.
Aren't we gonna give him an offer to feather his nest?
He worshipped them.
...causing you a lot of pain, and I wanna make it go away.
Sorry to bother you.
He was the best person I've ever known.