Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Don't look back. -What?
-...he wasn't so bad. -Exactly.
Sitting in my office, 9:45, trying to figure out where to lunch.
People are trying to sleep over here.
What is it that I'm not supposed to be looking at?
Hello again, Ms. Hayes.
-...I feel wonderful. -I'll be the judge of that.
-What does that mean? -I don't know. Nothing. It's a shame.
Your soul is vacant. You possess no sensitivity. No poetry.
Sorry to trouble you without an appointment.
The magazine ads? Scratch-and-sniff was my idea.
Well, Kathleen Kilpatrick. We played the game your way.
Didn't you hear the lady?
...all cooking their brains over the same decisions.
And we appreciate that, Kathleen.
She's been there the whole day. Ever since you left.
And even though those around us don't understand...
A lady walking up to me in a bar and saying what you said....
Make love to a giant.
I belong to her.
-It's not right to lead her on. -What do you mean?
No. When I was 6, he left to find work in America.
Did you take a good look at that guy?
Or when they told Sylvia Plath, “Syl, cheer up.”
Ms. Kilpatrick, would you excuse us a moment?
But you happened to hit our slack decade. Have a seat, please.
-About lunch.... -Choose away, Mom.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Then no one's chasing her. It'll be the easiest dough ever.
I'm warning you. Come any closer, I'm gonna put the come-hither on you.
That was the last I heard from him.
That woman says she's a leprechaun.
Any chance that I can see you again?
We'll both tell her.
Right, that's why I hired you. To protect me during the day.
And may the devil come And claim your soul
On second thought, I always wanted to go to the Emerald Isle.
I wonder why she chose a leprechaun.
-The whole truth? -We believe you're telling us the truth...