Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, the bar is over there, and I'll fire up the Jacuzzi.
I don't care.
...50 you don't have to write your number on a cocktail napkin.
Say, sir.
Fish in a barrel, Bertie. Fish in a barrel.
But you can't or you won't, and that's just fine.
I had to tell somebody.
I'll try one of those.
I'll get it.
Delicious. What is it?
...because guess what? I'm making you dinner.
And you'll know most of the people, the Somburrs, the Overmeyers.
Mr. Addison, I am totally unprepared for this.
Go ahead, joke. Who cares?
Sure, I got a radio.
...that we have fallen in with the clothing-optional crowd.
Oh, no, no, just wanted to wait around, say good morning to you.
-You really think so? -By my mother's pot roast.
...or turned her lights on, and that's a dead giveaway to burglars.
If I wanted to be badgered, I'd go to L.A.
Yeah, it would have been, except it wasn't my ball.
-...right into the hole for an eagle. -Nice shot.
I'm Steve Hill, new neighbour.
Excuse me for barging in like this...
Nothing's bothering me. What makes you think something's bothering me?
-Is something the matter? -No.
For goodness sake, Ginny, it's 2:00 in the morning.
Not this way.
-Says you. -Says me.
...0N some grunion run.
Could you spare some change?
...thanks for being here.
The way they wash up onto the beach...
And a couple days ago, I came home from work and the door was open.
Okay, so maybe things haven't been so great between us lately.
I never have to know anything about what's been going on here.
So saw my hands off.
-Help me turn the mattress around. -What?
Honey, this is not a croquet match...