Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You? Misjudged me? Is that possible?
Grateful for the sleep. But last night was different.
Listen, I need to talk to you.
-You wanna talk? -Now?
~The groundwork? ~The groundwork.
And all that time...
...and treated just fine hours.
Hi, this is Maddie. I'm not in right now.
He seems to be getting along just fine.
Give. Hello? This is David Addison.
-I'm not mad. -Good.
Absolutely. And it can only get better.
Got it. We make any progress, I'll give you a call. Give.
Give credit where credit is due.
...about whatever is on your mind, whatever is about to happen.
Let's try this.
Sounds like the cavalry!
Tell him I'll call when I know more.
Hello, Mr. Addison.
So take your meaningful-conversation face off.
-What can I get you? -I'm looking for a girl.
...rethink her career.
The other night when he came in looking for you.
-And money. -You should get a raise.
...the past couple of hours, just sitting, thinking...
-What about Mr. Addison? -What about Mr. Addison?
-One salary. -I love it when you get specific.
We meet in the bar. We come up here. But I don't know his name.
No, no, no, you don't have to thank me, chief.
Blue Moon. Please hold.
You don't know who I am?
Would you do me a favour and not stand so close?
-Yeah, yeah. What was his name? -His name? I don't know his name.
How do you account for that?
Under the circumstances, it's fair.
...a little lonely, maybe.
So, what did she say?
-Tell me about the guy. ~The guy?
And you said, "The client was mankind."
-Really? Tomorrow? Lunch? -Tomorrow, lunch!
When I think about you asking me for a raise and me saying no.
...hinth floor, Biltmore Hotel. I don't know what to do.
Morning. Could I see you for a moment?
In fact, the truth is, it's your fault.
I don't know. Mankind's the client.
Sometimes three times.