Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, I'm gonna go back to Stone.

I want tonight to be very special.

Don't say that.

A slight improvement

Laugh if you will, but according to my calculations, the timing is perfect.

I know precisely what she means.

All right, but this is a waste of a perfectly good meatball sandwich.

I left a message on her answering machine that I wanted to talk to her.

Ah, well, I think you'll look great wearing one of those.

I was hoping you were going to wear it.

I finally feel good about myself again.

He's the man I've been giving my accounts to for the last couple of weeks.

Woody, uh, call Melville's, tell them I want an eight o'clock reservation for two.

And come with me now so we don't spoil the mood.

Mrs. Stone was dead set against rehiring her, and I hate to beg when sex isn't involved.

It's not your fault.

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

What did I tell you?

Well, they were so insignificant, they really slipped my mind.