Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

l never come into a place like this.
You know, l was getting kinda bored with beautiful, sexy, sensuous women.
- She's sitting out there right now. - Mother Russia? l'm not here.
Do you sense this conversation is an exercise in futility?
You're making excuses to spare my feelings.
Nothing. That's the problem.
Then l know why the Big Guy put me here.
l'll tell you when it all makes sense. Mother's Day.
l think l'm gonna stretch my legs, get a little exercise, fresh air.
Two tankards of their finest ale.
l don't want him to think l'm a bar fly.
No. Come on, give me a minute to build a window, or something.
..kinda gets me right behind the old ballpoint.
So? Who cares?
No. This is true. l really am seeing somebody else.
Then l'm going for him before l lose my nerve.
So whatever she asks you, please, just say ''no''.
- Me. - You?
Clydesdale.
Aye, aye, skipper.
l gotta butter him up a little bit.
Rebecca, there's something wrong.
l have no respect for a man who can't control himself
and you didn't want to take advantage of that.