Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I love you madly, John.
I knew it!
In fact, if George and I weren't so busy working, I'd do it myself.
I think you're *really* sick.
- Real good! - What?
We've put this off long enough. Today's the day.
...that this isn't anybody you should be talking to.
Daddy, there's- There's something that we have to talk to you about.
So we're on for later?
- That was a weird thing to say. - Why? It didn't mean anything.
i knew it!
- About the cabin- - I love that place.
They don't rake the sand traps.
Oh, I forgot to ask you: how'd you like the cabin?
Wow, I've never seen this before.
Can you come here for a second?
- Of course. - Okay.
- Big workday. - That's right.
I can’t—I won’t
Her son's a podiatrist, you know.
- No. Nothing. - Nothing?
Well, we really should be heading out.
What is that?
All right, you know what we should do?
- What do you mean, we're? - Susan wants me to be there.
You got four hours. What about the script?
Not to mention the calibre of people you have to play with.
- Oh, here's your sunglasses. - Oh, thanks. Come on in for a second.
How could you do this?
So she just left the office...
Do they forget that they're married?
...with one of those very same cigars.
- I can't. I'm leaving. - No, Sandra...
What's one thing got to do with another?
- All right, so go ahead. - So then we go back to my apartment.
- I can't work for you. - Oh, God.
But, Cherish the cabin.
What is your name, señor?
And I have, for 45 years.
She thought, I think, Yeah, it's a real treat talking to her on the phone.
Slackmoji standards is what he's indicating there...
How could you say something like that to me?
I can't help you. You're gonna have to get them someplace else.
I fear my orgasm has left me a cripple
I don't know how I shall ever get back to work.