Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Listen, you don't have to make conversation with me.

I looked up from my Proust, she had her nose in her Yeats.

Said I wouldn't fit in with the other repairmen's wives. Big shot!

You're welcome.

They got a first-round pick.

- Let's go to Barbados. - Let's go to Barbados.

Two vodka gimlets, one straight up, one blended, rocks,

Cheers. Yeah, just a sec. Is there an Ernie Pantusso?

What happened to you? It's been over an hour.

- I'm sorry. - How did you know?

but could you not discuss my private life with everyone?

- It's kind of sad, isn't it? - Yeah.

- I'm talking about Sumner. - You don't like Sumner.

Yeah. Well, I have a right to be.

Darling, I'm leaving you alone in a bar.

We can talk about it on the flight.

I'm knocking off, Sam. Home to my book.

...here I am, I'm a student.

But somewhere, there is a job that I'm perfect for,

- Norm! - I'm up.

I need two vodka gimlets, one straight up, one blended, rocks,

- That's Donne. - I certainly hope so.