Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did you check under the coffee table in the living room?
-What's your poison? -Mineral water's fine.
Oh, the doctor.
-How are you doing? -Okay.
...lo make something happen, only nothing you try works...
Goodbye.
...hollering, slamming doors, just like she never left.
I hate to sound like a doctor...
Hope you wore clean underwear, Bertie.
We're not exactly the hot-tub crowd, but your old dad here...
All right.
...and buys generic toilet paper.
What do you mean by "some woman thing"?
Unless you're chicken.
Okay, Maddie?
-Oh, my goodness. -Now, now, none of them bite.
...until I get to the office and then, maybe when I get there...
-It's none of your business. -I beg your pardon.
...on the sheik and me.
-What? -Body language.
I'm much better, it was a mustard-gas factory.
...that's what doctors do."
-Thanks. I don't want to intrude. -I won't take no for an answer.
Or seductive.
How?
...getting shanghaied from a party by a woman like you--
-The windy city. -It's not that windy.
Hot hors d'oeuvres, anyone?
Do you like to drive fast? Is there a radio?
A cold-blooded killing machine.
The man is a philandering, womanizing glutton...
And he says, "To help people?" And he kind of laughs, and he says:
I must be doing my job.
Well, maybe Miss Hayes can teach you how to put on makeup.
Now we'll see who the squirt is, bucko.
...thrusts her body down into the moist sand...
Excuse me while I procure some more cocktail franks.
Well, then...
Oh, he sent you in here.
She's a terrific woman, sir.
"How's Agnes? How's Bert? How's the office?"
I snapped seven wishbones last week.
It's that lizard, MacGilicuddy. That satyr, that one-eyed Jack.
-To the hunt. -To the hunt.
I just found out I'm pregnant.