Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sam, I've got a message for you. Your date, Miss Bigbuckets?
Diane, this is Debra. Debra, this is Diane.
You got troubles, you take 'em to Gus, he straightens you up.
Come on.
Nobody can replace Gus. Gus had all the answers.
- Get me Gus. - Yes, sir. Right away. Gus who?
you're looking at three miles and change.
That's our Sammy.
Free pretzels for everybody.
- Wait a minute cos there's more. - No, hold it, Leo.
I guess I've never looked into your eyes.
- Nothing. I just noticed something. - What?
And one more thing I like. Brandee.
Rick and Ron?
Carla, the fun's in the fun.
In a way, I was complimenting you. You can do better.
Really? I don't buy that.
Would you stop making jokes and talk to me?
OK, we went to see Star Wars again and I'm glad.
- I love to laugh. How did you know? - Call it a hunch.
Well then, Mozart must have been 37 years old when he died.
I didn't say we came straight from the concert.
Afterwards, I tried to convince myself that I'd imagined that colour,
Gus, the owner of this bar.
Again? He's been out with a different dolly every night.
On behalf of the intelligent women around the world, may I just say...
Those are our drinks.