Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alvin and the Chipmunks get back together?
-David. -What, Maddie?
...which I heard was pretty cool.
What's the point of loving her if he can't be with her?
-That's never been a problem for us. -Go on, please.
There's really no other way out.
-Are you fine? -Yeah, I'm fine.
Right in the old noggaroo, which is where it ought to stay.
You don't take a $3 million pair of diamond-studded paperweights...
Well, kind of wanted the bambino to start out in the penthouse.
Why do I even bother listening to my messages?
-Terri. -Yeah?
No, I don't wanna throw a lamp. Besides, you'd just laugh at me.
Who's gonna win the World Series?
I can't tell you how many accounts he's lost.
What do we do, trade in the red-hot tempers for a white picket fence?
...you just seem like you're not there.
As tired as you are, David.
What?
Three hundred and seventy-two dollars and thirty-eight cents...
Not a thing.
You know, being married to you was the greatest two weeks of my life.
Since then, I've tried to convince him to tell me about her...
I wouldn't feel right.
-What's what? -Doesn't look good.
Not to mention sustaining a business...
Hello. Now, I know you're out there looking at your watch...
-Probably not. -Course not.
When you jumped out of that cake and sang like Marilyn Monroe...
I know, I know, I gotta do something to stop her.
Then the lovesick John Wicklow would be found dead...
We can only speak when somebody writes stuff for us to say...
Or are you gonna try to use Terri as an excuse again?