Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Stanley.
Can I make it up to you by taking you to dinner tomorrow night?
Same place you got the band and the dancing.
That's great. Except the pain's shooting up my arm. Oh, dear.
I'm a police officer, and I have the right to make lewd advances to anyone I like.
To stop the swelling.
Very strange. Like what?
I know this great Italian restaurant.
You see, earlier this...
I'm not here about parking tickets. What parking tickets?
and that made me think that you weren't such a nice guy.
- What type? - You know.
Ice cubes? I'm on my way to the slammer, and your husband's mixing drinks?
Anyway, we'll know better as soon as he's able to stand up by himself.
Are you sure this is the guy?
Don't you understand? Chrissy isn't home!
It's just that some of my superiors, who are
Hey. What right have you got anyway...
Hold your horses.
Just calm down. Are you okay?
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Oh! If my father ever finds out...
Oh, God. I hurt his feelings too.
No, wait a minute. She's right.
Chrissy. He still has a cousin there named Paul.
He picked you over all the regulars.
The three of you live here together?
Oh. Uh, Miss Chrissy Snow, please.
You'll have to excuse her, Officer. You'll have to excuse her.
What we have here is a case of assault on a police officer...
The creep just crept back. So why don't you keep on creeping out of here?