Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If we're too late, we're too late. It's not the end of the world.
Trained to find people solely on the basis of a description.
Must be in her minimalist period.
Hi. Any way I can leave a message for Alan Tupperman?
Molly?
-Why? -l love it.
Well, forgive me but I'm lost.
-We're staring at a great case. -I'm getting cavities listening to you.
And...
Do either of you know how to say that in Italian?
...you said men are uncaring and selfish.
Mostly for the missus. I'm surprised he can afford to remarry.
What makes you think we're not interested?
Nothing. Largely because I don't let people smash windows with them.
Leave me alone, Addison.
Very little piano. None at all.
How about this? No pressure.
-Better get you a doctor. -I can't promise...
You've misunderstood. We're finding a woman...
...you know?
I don't know.
You folks experienced at missing-persons work?
She had a fascinating cart.
Let's get the Tuppermans a wedding gift. Call Stevie, see what they need.
But then there was another knock at the door, another woman.
-Ms. Hayes. -Ms. DiPesto.
How do we find someone who meets the requirements?
...supposed to have wonderful seafood.
Not a choice he wants to live with.
If that's your choice, I have to agree.
Damnedest thing.
-"Yoo-hoo" who? -You. We have a problem.
Men being what they are....
Go ahead.
And re-remarry.
Just a word of warning here.
...posed for photos showing more than a competition would allow?
...for a man for money. And that's all.
-...for detective agencies. -He did?
-What, you mean being a man? -You figured that out yourself?
A man's here to see you.
Friend?
Thank you very much.
-l did? -Sure, I can see it.
You are taking this list too literally. Read between the lines.
Mr. Tupperman looked pretty happy now...
Yeah, well, it's something I work at.
She's right here, Ms. Lewis.
David, what are you doing?
That doesn't make her less qualified for Alan.