Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Agnes, that's wonderful.
Curtains usually go up around 8:30.
Because you're my boss, I tend to think of you as my boss.
...I'm a prisoner in my own house...
"Were" being the operative word.
Don't you have any compassion for what he's been through?
-I guess a bath is out of the question. -He's gonna think...
...with the same doctor who ruined his face.
...this must seem all the more ugly.
-You killed him. -Take it easy. She didn't do it.
...how impressed I am with your diligence in this matter.
It's my job to know faces.
You think he's okay?
We could have a luncheon for two on the grass.
-Do you know anything about phones? -I know everything about phones.
Mr. Hunziger, I'm not certain we're the right people to continue on this case.
Sure as hell can rip your heart into a million pieces.
I didn't know anybody was in there, except for the doctor.
Well, I'm older, wiser.
I don't believe you've met my wife.
-Like this. -I didn't always look this way either.
Forget it. You're the one who got me into this Corman movie.
-Well, of course. -Yeah, we saw the movie.
You little closet kinkoid, you.
Nothing.
-Yes, Miss Hayes. -What is it?
He raised my right eye, lowered my left.
Well, it's not a bad fantasy.
That's right, character, baby.
...that this condition is a direct result...
It's red snapper.
Have to wear carnations to spot each other.
He's already dead.
You and he were an item.
When nothing short of Spackle will cover the damage...
...reviled by family and friends...
I hate to be the bearer of bad news...
They're all little boys on one big search for the ultimate toy.
A dreadful mistake?
Men. You wanna put us on a pedestal or down in the gutter.
Have you prepped for surgery lickety-split.
...of wilful, preventable malpractice.
This is Los Angeles.
To turn your alarm on, to make a phone call.
-May I help you? -Yeah, I'd like a room, please?
Leslie.