Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maddie, it's Dirty Dave. FYI, yours truly...
...I'd be the luckiest man in the world.
May I have some privacy, please?
And maybe what is bothering her is something...
Not to worry, Bert.
Please wait for the beep and state your manifesto.
God, this is embarrassing. You don't even know me.
Keep it up, pal, you'll be spitting Chiclets.
Chicken livers. I don't have to eat them.
...0h, spur-of-the-moment sort of get-together around here?
You're not Miss Hayes.
Move over.
Not now.
...it's nothing personal, but I'd really like to be alone...
And for two weeks, I've watched that man reach out to you...
Move over.
-What's the crime? -The crime?
...but it's how I feel.
Well, a little help from King William.
I am not angry with you.
Could you bring us two more of these, please? And keep the change.
...and then, you get to feel like....
Where are you hiding?
Because I don't trust how you'll ask her.
I was pretty bitter at first, but then I remembered...
So I guess I'll say....
Hello, Mr. Addison. Leonard Haven...
Don't hang up, Maddie.
Well, it's not exactly Woodstock out there, is it?
And I'll tell you something, I have wasted way too much time on you.
Oh, so stop it, both of you.
...you nod at them over the top of your highball glass.