Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd better get upstairs.
I can't help feeling somehow I'm to blame.
Come on, up periscope. Lights on. Pretend you're home.
Craig flew combat in Vietnam...
With a separate tone for emergency calls...
Odd.
No, I mean a feeling.
-Fine, I'll take this one right here. -Not a bad little unit.
Sorry, I didn't order any carpet estimate.
You're on your own in that department, Bert.
You'd think that shop would be almost done fixing the BMW.
Go home, Bert.
Would you care to join us?
How does she know the place hasn't burned down?
I'm just afraid to know why he hired you.
Any day now.
...you want us to find this guy so you can pay him to marry your sister.
Not just for you, for me. Really.
-I'm David Addison. -Bryant Wilbourne.
Twelve-thirty.
Something about a call from a hysterical woman...
Well, I'm having a drink. I don't know that I'm drinking.
She's been here for a week.
Featuring a sleek, sturdy design and digital readout.
Why would your intended spin a yarn about raising a houseful of babies...
She flew the coop, things have never run smoother.
Brought several so you could see which one you like.
I think he's trying to kill himself...
What you need is a solid fully committed:
I-- I don't know what's wrong with me.
You need somebody to backstop you, sir.
My family consists of myself and my sister, Jacqueline. Jackie.
Of course, we did incur a few minor operating expenses.
No, not at all. Come on in.
...and he was shot down.
-Maybe he had car trouble. -He doesn't know how to call a cab?
...that nothing horrible happened to him.