Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I didn't really buy that.

Well, we tried. We couldn't. We didn't know how to...

Dad, you all right? What's the matter?

...that's merely a happenstance.

- Do you ever have any trouble? - No.

You couldn't keep track of everybody?

- I'll get you another just like it. - But these were the only cool ones.

Pasta primavera. Back on the horse.

Okay. All right. Thanks.

Who else have you mentioned my shoes to?

- I thought I'd find you here. - Well, Gail Cunningham.

I'm sure it's right up Russell's alley.

- I mean, what is my responsibility? - So, what happened?

Really, I'm terribly sorry. It's just...

- Hi, Gail. - Hi, Elaine.

Because if you do have a ketchup secret...

...to Russell Dalrymple, the president of NBC, and he ate it up with a spoon.

Like he wouldn't do the same thing if Elaine walked by in a low-cut dress.

...you're gonna have to learn how to deal with criticism.

- Well, it's a funny idea. - It's funny.

You stink. How do you like that criticism?

...and I planted one.

You are some great friend. I'll tell you. Snubbed her. Not that I condone it.

- I'm not even in here. - Yeah, I know.

ah, that's a fun age.

...I don't really feel that we should be in business together.

Oh and one more thing. Bring the snus

You get a sense of it and then you look away!

Sorry for the delay. Enjoy your lunch.

Right. The script.

- Daddy, are you okay? - Yeah. Yeah, sweetie, I'm fine.

Well, you didn't hear it from me, but needless to say...

To men, cleavage is like the nearest thing...

Like she never went three dates with you and refused to kiss you.