Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Let them go. -Let them go?
She's flying the love nest, and we gotta go see her.
That wasn't no bombshell, that was that was a bottle rocket.
Must be a lot of something terribles going on.
Maybe I'm afraid of it, maybe I'm not strong enough.
Bumper-to-bumper with my commuter coffee mug.
Okay, I'm sure Walter Bishop is a square guy...
You can't stand the fact you got married...
He knows.
We're just having fun, trading barbs, quips, jibes, a little friendly banter,
Set up a perimeter.
Being David is like, I don't know, a first kiss all the time.
From the old English, beautiful blond in a slinky nightie.
I know.
I half-expected not to see you today.
Because it's relaxed with us. It's easy.
But it sure isn't about money.
-Come here. -Let me go.
Is that love? I don't know.
Oh, okay.
Mrs. Baxter. I'm still old-fashioned about certain things.
-Not that I was implying-- -No implication taken, Bert.
-It hurts you to hear. -I'll admit there's bad odour about it.
Do you want me to disagree about that?
I loved being around you.
Every conversation doesn't have to turn into argument.
-You'd better. Okay. -Okay.
...being barbecued, you wouldn't smell too good either.
Yeah, Maddie, it's David.
Every moment doesn't have to be hot or cold.
When you tossed the phone, I realized when we drove up to the Baxters'...
I don't know, I had this crazy thought that we could talk.
Got married 27 times. Couldn't stand to be away from holy matrimony.
...to the point of trying to kill his wife...
Your ego's in the trash heap, Addison.
Thank you for seeing me without an appointment.
I wasn't sure I should come to a detective agency...