Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Calvin, shut up.
No, he's about as far from perfect as you get.
I just want one man. One whole man.
Septiema 28, 2007
I'll never play the guitar again.
But it isn't possible, is it?
Case dismissed.
Lois, I'm about to lose a customer.
Wait a minute. This isn't vacation-packing, is it?
And in the end, someone to comfort us along the way.
- I did. - Naturally.
And there's nothing wrong with your eyes, except you can't see anything but yourself.
Oh, super.
- It's my fault. I should tell you... - Yeah, it's your fault.
Honey, I need some help. I cannot keep these fingernails on.
Yes. Yes, it would.
The perfect life. Nirvana, Utopia, Camelot, Eden?
Well, it helps when you save the judge's life.
Well, let me tell you about my strategy in a case like this, Mr. Superman.
What are you waiting for, gratitude?
And how is he now, Miss Carr?
How can you lie like that...
I've got one guy who's really wonderful, but disappears when I try and talk to him.
Thank you very much. See you later.
Could I just borrow your paper and pen for a second?
Okay. "Gifts are okay, I just can't stand the guy who sent them."
This is forever-packing.
- Who is it? - It's me, sugar blossom.
Go to... You know, wherever it is you go and rest up.
And so we see that spineless dung beetles tend toward thinly veiled power struggles...
As quickly and as decisively as possible.
No problem. First few are on me, pro bono.
So you'll do it?
He broke my hand, Elise.
I'm sorry, Lois. The guy just brings it out in me.
Excuse me for a minute. This won't take a second.
Pull over.
...and you didn't hear it from me. That's all I know.
Sounded like my name. You didn't say my name?
- Of what? - Of the fact that we're partners...