Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know in my heart why Phillip Wright painted that portrait of me.
Well, we're in the middle of a parking lot.
...with hostels, French bread, the backpacks.
...a lady whose bottom line never sags...
In the first place, what is The Duchess?
-Any idea what he's looking for? -A clue.
Somewhere out there is a happy hour with our name on it.
What the hell are you doing out here?
...combing the mail-order catalogue.
-Animal thing. -Little cat, big eyes?
It was you.
An animal thing, a vegetable thing or a mineral thing?
My client isn't answering your questions.
...and Charles is arrested...
...probably end up hanging over somebody's bar...
I found it!
-He is? -We got my main potato, Ferguson...
-I guess that's that. -I guess that's that.
-Sorry I'm late. -You realize how worried we've been?
-What does it mean? -The portrait is of you. You tell me.
Two guys, in the City of Lights, alone.
You didn't say you lived with anybody.
...why is it I'm always the one to get messed up?
So he did what he could to impress you.
Could be. Who knows?
You wanna think about?
...if it's to be you two and me...
Hey, I know her.
-David? -I'm no good at this!
Hey, lady, you can't take that.
-David. -Maddie, I'm half serious.
What a kidder. What money? You know what money. Our money.
-Is it here? -Well, no.
But I'm curator...
-There goes that imagination again. -Oh, come on, Miss Hayes.
Hey, hold it, hold it! Come on, man!
My God, Phillip.
What are you saying?
Cold as hell.
It wasn't the commercials.
-Feets of Fury? -Sure, sequel to Fingers of Fury.
Charles, I want you to have it.
-You're guilt-free. -I'm talking about romance...
It was a portrait of me.
Maddie, you didn't even know the man.
But me? I'm a natural-born coward.
Run!