Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Odd socks in the dryer ought to jar his memory.
I guess the point I'm trying to make, sir...
Women.
...instead of just what he got with the package deal.
I promised I'd be there for you.
How do you turn it off?
Should have been in the office hours ago.
I must be an important case.
Well, I filled my letter-writing quota for the year.
And one less blond in my life means a lot more life in my--
Mrs. Girardi, why don't you let us drive you home?
You got money for gas and your choice of freeways.
...and wrote me letters that sounded, well, like Jackie.
What exactly are we doing with this?
I don't think so.
-But-- -Put a bow on it, wrap it up.
Sir, I brought beepers.
...he's headed for a nasty tumble down the stairs.
It just wasn't very important to me. That's not why I married him.
Twelve-thirty.
What do you think a vintage biplane goes for these days?
Miss Wilbourne. Hi.
If you don't wanna take the case, I'll understand.
I knew that was gonna happen.
Well, she can reintroduce herself.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Dad, I would love to go to the club with you, just not today.
Now you will never have to leave a warm, cosy bed...
...and neighbours and a lot more of the man.
No, it's definitely Craig Girardi. He's been flying with us for years.
What I'm trying to say to you, sir...
Get smoking.
Now you know how I keep that 31-inch waistline, Bert.
Jeez, just up and left him, huh?
I'm miserable and I want you to come home.
Dowry?
Commandeering the next available vehicle.
...and he hasn't even called.
You're a natural. I bet you could do this with your eyes closed.
Gonna stretch my legs for a minute.
Believe it or not, I'm gonna call a staff meeting this week.
-Got a light? -Yeah, sure.
No, she didn't happen to....