Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fine. Mind if we stop at my place on the way?
But you know what else isn't a crime?
Starting to think maybe she doesn't exist at all.
A man who doesn't floss or believe in proper dental hygiene.
He came to us for a wife. That's bigamy.
Are the Himalayas only a bunch of hills?
I'll abide by what you say, but shouldn't there be discussion first?
There's a guy on sax, blows notes you can hear in Seattle.
-...for free? -For free.
...lift and tuck through here.
The guy must be very stupid or very rich.
Wears enough to keep out of jail. I've looked for her.
...is dealing with the pain of rejection.
-God. -You're a perfect example, you know.
What am I doing? It's not, "What am I doing," it's, "What are we doing?"
Watched the mail when you were gone.
Maybe we're too late. Maybe they're all already married.
It's only 10:30 in the morning, David.
What do you mean, why come to see me?
Come on, sister, give him a break.
Fine.
Do you know what he's talking about?
Notes in your mailbox by dawn's early light?
-I don't see him anywhere. -A lot of people here.
That's right. She's got her mother's eyes.
...offers us a chance to do something different, unique.
Who could be more important to him than water, air, Monday Night Football.
Why couldn't they have met next week? I hate eating alone.
Yeah, I'm just full of surprises.
-You're serious. -I'm more than serious, I'm committed.
You have got to be the single most unromantic human being...
-You'll agree, there's no need to look-- -Addison!
No, Tupperman comes to us for a wife.
-...for free? -For free
So why not go to people trained to find people?
-You. -Not me.
-Molly. -Golly.
-Big plans, huh? -No, I wouldn't say big plans.
-No. -What do you mean, no?
Hello?
Rounded third and slid into home.
Like you said, may the better detective win.
With a catch in her voice, tears in her eyes and a knife in her heart.
We just talked to him. You heard what he said.
-Where's your sense of fair play? -David!
You ought to get around more.
Talk about an uncanny resemblance.
Molly's a gourmet cook.
We owe her this. We're responsible. We got her hopes up.
Over hill and dale, under Roy and Dale, and suddenly...
I don't know.
David!
On my line at the supermarket, okay, all right?
This is the situation I had in mind when I suggested considering--
Tampering with the mail, breaking and entering.
-Look, if you don't wanna help me-- -Alan, Alan, Alan.
...but if I get on the horn PDQ, I may be able...