Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In Houston, we just started a new dance called the "Tighten Up."
A wet rag. How you.
The wedding. Ask me about the wedding.
That's all the luggage on the bed.
After all, the hotel assumes full responsibility.
-How would you have me act? -Not like the world is ending.
Maddie. Maddie.
Whoa, hey, Mr. Hayes.
-I did it, Maddie. -And?
Wooden nickel ain't worth what it used to be, anyway.
-You're not sick, are you? -Oh, no, no, no. I'll be all right.
-Wrong? Right. -Wrong.
-That's lying. -What do you mean, you can't lie?
Club Flamingo. Or was it Club Casablanca?
...they know we should kiss. What are we waiting for?
"The turkey tastes great, Aunt Sophie." "Your hair looks beautiful, Suzette."
When she was 16, cursing at her mother like a sailor...
Wooden nickel for your thoughts.
-Good evening. I'm Madelyn Hayes. -And I'm David Addison.
...lo answer some of these letters.
What you said in my office the other day--
Maddie, will you put it on for me?
I can't do that. That's lying.
You are nervous.