Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't believe my own husband wants to get married to me.
-You quit smoking? -No, Mr. Addison.
Maddie, hold on just a second. Now, calm down. Calm down.
Yo.
-With? -Someone.
Lionel Knowles.
Of course. Why shouldn't I want everyone to meet him?
-Doing fine. Maintain her breathing. -All right.
Hey, everybody circle next Saturday. I'm throwing a wedding for Maddie.
-You're 180-proof hung-over. -I'm fine.
I could have done that for myself.
Who is that woman and what is going on?
Thank you for coming.
The Walter Bishop?
Two men leaving one woman on her wedding day.
Into this holy union--
I gave it dimensions.
It just doesn't make any sense.
Wait, wait. Oh, wait, wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
The stripper that I booked called in sick an hour ago.
He's the hostess with the mostest
I know I made some mistakes.
This is not a bachelor party they're offering.
...but I would really hope that you and I could forge a relationship.
I don't know what he'll do, but I guarantee...
This is a ticket to your own lynching. You can't go with David.
Not capital H "him." Miss Hayes' "him." Walter Bishop, I think.
And I thought I'd found a way to stop all that.
Yes.
Walter, his name is Walter.
No husband, you were desperate.
Look, I know that this is very awkward, it's....
I've already met his dream date.
-Come on. -Come on, what?
-This chair is wonderful, Walter. -Good.
-I was not desperate. -What, the conductor too old?
Snagged them all.
Who's she marrying?
Well, I completely understand.
-I talk, he listens. -How'd you meet? Next compartment?
to throw monkey wrenches into my peace and sanity.
-What's that? -Well, this.