Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I think I was just charming again there, wasn't I?
My name's Rebecca.
Do you know the story of John Henry, Sam?
After what?
Afterwards.
Sure.
In her office.
Actually, they're in the bottom of your champagne bucket there.
I bought it mail order.
Aren't you missing something here?
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.
It's always been my favorite blouse.
That's a very pretty blouse.
Okay.
Oh, and they got the one you wanted.
There you go.
Good night, fellas.
I was in the store when you bought it.
I don't want those bozos out there turning this into a circus.
You didn't think of it first?
Sam, no.
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'm not good at it.
Woody, make the reservation.
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.
Sam, I can't thank you enough for getting my job back.
What was he talking about?