Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As told by the only guy who knows all the good parts.
...do the same dance steps.
You said 7:32.
I mean, it seemed like such a rich person thing to buy.
-...that no one knew about. -Yeah, so?
Thank you. First-class airfare. What gives?
-Richard Addison. -Your green Rambler.
Four hundred and forty-nine dollars and seventy-one, two, three cents.
-Fine, Ms. DiPesto. -I don't understand.
-Addison! -No, I'm not saying you're dumb.
You have something that belongs to me.
-You're envious. -Envious? I'm speechless.
You just don't wanna be around for skin-shedding season.
-If you slow down once in a while. -You're talking when I'm talking.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
-This is the 80s. -Sounds like he's doing well.
...and there's this suitcase filled with money.
And after he was done He invented this junk
-My brother? -You have a brother?
Ladies and gentlemen. Prepare yourself for an evening...
...and have a private meeting in one of these dressing rooms back here?
You were mean to me. For no good reason other than...
We've been at this for months. And it's not getting any better.
Say it! The network says that tonight's show is too short.
David? What are you doing in there?
What do you do? I don't know what to do.
You're a dead man!
I don't know who. The guy who owns the money, I guess.
Do I look okay? Everything tucked and zipped?