Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He died.
Oh, God.
Well, I always meant to.
Listen, as long as you were gonna tell me anyway, why don't you just go ahead and tell me now?
No kidding.
Sam?
Mr. Stone, I'm not the hostess.
Columbus was just going on a little boat ride, huh?
Well, I'm gonna tell her to take the stupid job back.
Ah, here's the maitre d'.
You coming?
Thank you.
This is gonna be a lot easier than I thought.
Woody, where's Sam?
Either managing a bar is getting a lot more complicated, or I'm getting a lot dumber.
Is that your hand on my leg?
Yo!
Well, I was going to compliment you on your blouse.
Miss Howe, I'd like to see you in my office tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.
You tell Rebecca that you loved being the manager, but you couldn't stand to see her being so miserable, so you got her her job back.
God, no!
Honey, listen.
It's just that since Evan went away, my expectations are low.
Oh, God.
Sweetheart, what happened?
Okay, come on, let's go.
Excuse me, sir.
Ooh, he's got her saying yes already.
Well, what the hell is that?
What a surprise!
Okay.