Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thoughtfulness.
Okay.
-I'd like to make a suggestion here. -Yes?
...but you have to fire them.
Wait a second, wait. What is that, Brooklyn for "this solution"?
Every morning he would jump on the bed, lick me all over the face.
They were gonna leave, walk out, resign.
Yeah, we showed him a thing or three.
-It was our fault, wasn't it, David? -What do you mean?
That's a gift he was born with, not something he works at.
Oh, no!
Okay, all right. Chill for a second, will you?
...raised him from infancy to manhood, even though he wasn't her natural son.
Between this case and that bet you and I made...
-This is not a joke. -This is. A man goes to a sperm bank--
It's supposed to be here.
I was able to get to the bank before I came here.
It may not wash his blood off our hands...
By noon today?
In a bar with a moose on her head. I know all about it and I don't care.
We'll catch him with his fling, take shots of the whole thing.
-Ran over him? -Ran over him.
You're a regular Jan Murray.
Don't you see? In the long run, I made the right choice, the right decision.
Ms. DiPesto, I'm speaking to you.
...I promise you, it will be fine.
I would have sugar-coated it a bit, but that's the ying and the yang of it.
You're all fungi.
Worked in the third grade, still works.
None of that hip-hop slop you call English.
...do you ever get the urge...
That first note wasn't a real ransom note, was it?
-How are we doing on the clock? -Two minutes.
What's happening, man? I make a boo-boo?
Everybody is a comedian.
I guess that is kind of thoughtful of you.
-He's been kidnapped again. -Mrs. Greydon.
You wiggled your hips, you even closed your eyes like Ricky Nelson.
And to prove it, staged his own abduction...
Either one!
One minute.
...if it means blowing our bet to protect my partner, that's what I'm gonna do.
Addison, come back here. I'm not through haranguing yet.