Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want tonight to be very special.

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

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

A slight improvement

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

I finally feel good about myself again.

Don't say that.

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

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

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

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

I was hoping you were going to wear it.

What did I tell you?

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

It's not your fault.

I know precisely what she means.

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

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

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