Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Alex. -Alex what? I'm going to the bathroom.
I'm tired of playing by your rules.
I don't really care.
No, I mean, why tonight? Why not next week?
What are you looking at me like that for?
...or the travel or fatigue.
Couple of home runs just walked in.
Here's to Kentucky.
I want heads down, arms folded. It's quiet time.
Let's say good night to our hostess and blow this joint.
Maybe she took a cab.
It's just that I'm used to you, that's all.
-You heard the lady. -Buzz off, bub.
And you are going to do it for him.
Mighty slim eavesdropping this side of the tracks lately.
scrutinised? I don't think anybody would come over here to scrutinise.
Then they'll have ample opportunity to show us their appreciation.
-Hey, Mr. Addison, how are you? -Hi.
I'm really not like this. Usually, I'm fun. I think.
Someone told me I might find some more rumaki in here.
Well, I guess that's all my news.
Not even Mr. Addison. Especially not Mr. Addison.
-Right. -Right.
He's a toad. A clogged pore. Night soil.
You know how it is sometimes, when you try everything you think of...
This is nothing.
It's just fine. I'll tell you what's not fine, though.
I don't know about that, Bert.
I knew she'd run out of heads to hand people in Chicago.
Don't worry about me.
Alex, stop being so melodramatic.
So, what about you? What's the Maddie Hayes story?
All you have are your petty, selfish jealousies.
How could she do this to me?
Then I thought of you.
Boy, this water sure is hot.
...with whomever I please.
I got a pair of cuckold's horns where my future used to be.
...would want to work it out. To hash it over...