Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah?
What's the worst that can happen?
I'm so sorry, Molly.
Yeah, right. Medium looks, buys her own food, a potent combo.
...you can still write her off your taxes.
This time, you choose. Anywhere you wanna go.
What's the matter with your shoes?
...tell Molly Lewis how sorry we are Tupperman picked Stevie...
-I don't wanna do this with you. -What's that?
I'm not surprised. You just can't say no to some guys.
A woman gets married for the first time only once in her life. Once.
I'm just not sure which missus to be sorry about.
-Okay, me. I did it. I owe this to her. -Owe what to her?
I'm sorry, the house isn't ready to be shown.
Cocktail waitress, good. Something to fall back on during hard times.
That's all. They got it done. They can get it undone.
An opportunity to give a man a second chance at life.
Don't pretend you're not impressed. We're sleeping together.
-Breath problem? -What does all that have to do with us?
Get me off this man.
To be the Mrs. Tupperman who never was.
Good little dancer, all the girls like her, don't even mind the hair on her mole.
That's why he came to see us. Not to find a wife, to find a body.
What are the chances of that happening?
-A man. -Wait. Two minutes ago...
Are 36 inches only a yard?
...to put another coat of paint on the place.
-...over the top? -For your information...
-And a lot of them. -What was the question again?
High and outside, ball two.
See, we're locked in a vicious cycle here.
Gotta hand it to the guy...