Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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.

I want tonight to be very special.

I was hoping you were going to wear it.

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

I know precisely what she means.

I finally feel good about myself again.

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

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

What did I tell you?

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

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

It's not your fault.

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

A slight improvement

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

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

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

Don't say that.