Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, of course you didn't do anything wrong.
-Do you crochet? -Never have.
...or embarrassed, I'm an expert.
I'll wear a dress with a train a mile long.
-Forge what? -A relationship between you and me.
-It was my idea. -Your idea?
Get out of where?
-You're doing? -Lunch.
I am not ashamed of him.
Well, there you have it.
I mean, I'm not certain it's him, but who else could it be?
David, I'm confused.
I don't think I could get through it without you.
-Scram. -Talk.
Hold that thought till, say, tomorrow.
David will do his best to make this entire affair a public burning.
Look, Maddie, I would have been happy...
-Are you okay? -I'm fine.
-David Addison! -That has a nice ring to it.
-But it's not an aisle, it's a gauntlet. -A gauntlet?
As if the guy was somebody really important...
...we're out of here. Come on.
It was the dumbest idea you've ever had.
It's all right, don't worry about it. Maddie will understand.
...but I consider myself unique in my own way.
-You still care for him. -No, I don't care for him.
-May I ask you something? -No.
Stay up all night and get really crazy and puke.
How could I expect you to feel sorry for me?
I shouldn't be driving. A woman who is eight and a half months pregnant...
-Boy, when it rains, it pours. -What?
-What else is there to say? -Do you love her?
You did. Want the network to roll the tape back?
-What are you talking about? -Never mind.
...I wouldn't stand in the way of you boys having a good time.
-...to the more formal nuptials. -What he'd say?
A new way of communicating. What if he was in the next compartment?
We're here, in your house, with the rest of our lives ahead of us.
We're not on that train anymore.
That's what a bachelor party is about, isn't it?
-What are you doing--? -Cutting it close? Fill out this form.
-Is that a present for Maddie? -Yeah.
He's the hostess with the mostess.
Worse for the groom to trip over his pants...
Believe me, he was just the best packaged box of corn flakes...
-About what? -Have I done something wrong?
Talk? What is there to talk about?
So...
Twelve o'clock, St. Germaine, table for two.
Oh, no, no, no, it's not urgent. I really don't wanna disturb him.
Did you know she was pregnant when we were almost getting pregnant?
I know you're very important to Maddie, and needless to say...
Oh, gosh, I-- Here, sit down, please.
...and forget all about Mr. Walter Bishop?
You probably haven't eaten all day.
It's actually kind of sad. Nice guy like Wally.
-He's not home. -Not home?
How about "Lionel" if it's a boy?
Come on.
I guess the two of you are still a package deal.
No way.
-I couldn't have said it better myself. -Are you just gonna take this?
How about you? You a beef person?
...that the Royal Order of the Yellow Napkinheads...
Since the day he walked in, he's done nothing but make me miserable.
Look at Sam: broad shoulders, trim waist, slim hips.
Nothing's funny, really. Honestly, nothing is funny.
I think you know the rules.
-Done. How's about this Saturday? -What are you talking about?