Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I promised I'd be there for you.
-But-- -Put a bow on it, wrap it up.
What I'm trying to say to you, sir...
No, she didn't happen to....
Sir, I brought beepers.
No, it's definitely Craig Girardi. He's been flying with us for years.
...and neighbours and a lot more of the man.
What do you think a vintage biplane goes for these days?
Commandeering the next available vehicle.
Gonna stretch my legs for a minute.
Now you know how I keep that 31-inch waistline, Bert.
It just wasn't very important to me. That's not why I married him.
Should have been in the office hours ago.
I guess the point I'm trying to make, sir...
...he's headed for a nasty tumble down the stairs.
Twelve-thirty.
...and wrote me letters that sounded, well, like Jackie.
I knew that was gonna happen.
Odd socks in the dryer ought to jar his memory.
...instead of just what he got with the package deal.
Well, she can reintroduce herself.
If you don't wanna take the case, I'll understand.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
You got money for gas and your choice of freeways.
I'm miserable and I want you to come home.
Women.
Get smoking.
Well, I filled my letter-writing quota for the year.
Dad, I would love to go to the club with you, just not today.
Jeez, just up and left him, huh?
How do you turn it off?
What exactly are we doing with this?
Dowry?
I must be an important case.
...and he hasn't even called.
Believe it or not, I'm gonna call a staff meeting this week.
You're a natural. I bet you could do this with your eyes closed.
And one less blond in my life means a lot more life in my--
I don't think so.
-Got a light? -Yeah, sure.
Miss Wilbourne. Hi.
Mrs. Girardi, why don't you let us drive you home?
Now you will never have to leave a warm, cosy bed...