Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's a risk I'm willing to take.

-My wife's camera-shy. That a crime? -Of course not.

Your approach was off base.

...for the rest of his life.

The bride of Frankenstein.

Clothes, makeup...

-Give me a minute. -Take two. Did you see any pictures?

-What do you mean? I asked you out. -I'm talking about Molly. Poor Molly.

-Never looked for a fantasy before? -Not someone else's.

What are you talking about? That stuff is what other guys are for.

She doesn't live here anymore. She cleared all her stuff out this morning.

Or maybe he checked out.

-Molly's a Rhodes scholar. -Really? You study maps?

I am not at all sure she exists.

-I'll miss her so. -I've heard she was a good woman.

About what she's going through and feels?

-You figured that out, huh? Why...

We get 60 percent, we pass.

-Oh, David. -Oh, Maddie.

Who normally answers these kind of ads, but....

Why don't you tell me about yourself.

...never gets a headache.

Now, where do we start?

-What is it? -l don't know.

-You've given this a lot of thought. -Wake me when we get to Connecticut.

Could have a menu. A trait from column A, a trait from column B, like a deli.

No way he takes Ms. Prissy over Ms. March.

Tupperman won. But best of all, romance won.

...mostly men. Why did he come to you?

...you describe an oversexed pack horse with a lobotomy and a G-string.

Well, I have returned.

We'll find the perv and your problems will be solved.

Wait, wait. Wait a second. Slow down. The plot's twisting.

-You came to tell us something? -You guessed?

This isn't the way lacocca would handle it.

No, I mean of Mrs. Tupperman. I'm curious to see who it is...

Let's go. Come on.

Molly's pushing a guy with a cast on his leg.

...computer dating, the personals, never finding her.

...but don't you know how much I hate being right all the time?

What kind of proof?

What was the question again?

Don't do it, Frank. Don't pull the lever!

-This place is dead, I'm taking off. -Hold it a second, will you?