Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maddie.
-A what? -A fine evening.
There was a seating mix-up.
My boy Esterhouse picks the Raiders on a gang date.
We need that information immediately...
David, you don't have to fight him, just talk to him.
Yeah.
Old guys playing boring instruments, you never know when to applaud?
The FBI? Why worry their little crew-cut heads about this?
...Boogaloo, Boogaloo, Boogaloo...
Give me some water.
There are four O's in Boogaloo.
It's none of anybody's business. I'm gonna go now.
-Spoke too soon. -Did you find it?
No firearms or weapons of any kind....
Hello, Maddie, can you hear me?
...but there was a ticket mix-up.
Hey, slugger, let's go.
Which reminds me: Would you care for some bubbly?
Sixty dollars.
I was thinking of someplace special.
So where do I get this video?
It should be very easy to check.
Miss Hayes, how was the evening?
-I do that. -You what?
I've heard "sold out" at 15 places. Why don't we try something original?
-Come on, where? -Murray's Parking.
If you won't listen to me, listen to him.
-Hi, I'm Maddie Hayes. -And I'm David Addison.
Then Mr. Wonder Date announces the plan for the evening:
I've been known to deliver my own flora...
I thought you talked to him.
-The FBI? -The FBI?
Indubitably.
Sir, those are precisely what you asked for. Front row, balcony.
Did you screw your curlers in a little too tight, Agnes?
-What kind of information? -A word?
Come on, David, run!
Don't throw it in the trash till after I've left.
...without getting as much as a quick feel at the door.
-Spot anything suspicious? -Handkerchief, compact...
-Your life story. -And take your time.
Tonight's the fun evening. I figure we go by my place...