Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I can't do that. - Why not, Nora?

...but we ought to get x-rays as soon as possible.

And please, stop making a fuss over me.

My pleasure, sir.

I'll get a pad.

- Dan, are you okay to work? - Yeah, I suppose so.

But if I ever hear you've been mistreating her...

- How gray? - You see, Mr. Bowers here is dead.

I have a lot of internal weeping.

But if I were you, I'd tattoo a little personality on him.

...I have a little spinal irregularity you might find amusing also.

Bernie, It's not for me. It's for the DA.

Who might that be?

I mean, if it didn't set right, we would have to re-break it, wouldn't we?

Sucking up to people who can help you is one thing.

Fixing windows and puttering around the house.

There are no charges if nobody's pressing them.

All right, can we sit up, Mr. Fielding?

I do very well financially, you know.

Oh, come on, Selma. Don't keep us all in suspense.

So have I. Can't you see that Nora is mine now?

Would you mind putting the garbage down and finding me the summary of damages?

Just as long as I stay away from words like "small claims" or "Smithsonian."

But I think I've got an answer to this problem.

Being nice to everybody is sick.

Your Honor, I put...

Come on, Dan. Let's go find a place for you to lie down.