Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My name's Rebecca.

Sam, I can't thank you enough for getting my job back.

What was he talking about?

Do you know the story of John Henry, Sam?

I'm not good at it.

It's always been my favorite blouse.

I was in the store when you bought it.

Actually, they're in the bottom of your champagne bucket there.

I bought it mail order.

And you just arranged something for her that she wants more than anything else in the world.

Friends tell friends who they think they ought to go out with, and as a friend, I'm telling you, you ought to give this Malone guy a chance.

Good night, fellas.

That's a very pretty blouse.

You didn't think of it first?

Nothing but users and takers and big stupid jerks who don't even know you exist and then go running off to Japan with someone else.

Oh, I think I was just charming again there, wasn't I?

Aren't you missing something here?

You tell him that it will be a cold day in hell before I ever share an office with him or schlep drinks in a two-bit saloon.

I don't want those bozos out there turning this into a circus.

Oh, and they got the one you wanted.

Woody, make the reservation.