Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, thanks, Kooky, diet and exercise. That's the key.
I can't see going out with somebody that wasn't biodegradable.
I've wanted to meet you face-to-face, or an approximation thereof.
I was looking for Brill.
...is like an unripe peach.
I can't understand it. I'm usually a better judge of character.
They're probably not as nervous as I am.
David, why don't you just go up to her door...
Vixen, you. You minx.
-What's that? -We don't have drapes, just blinds.
How do we know she's a patient and not a friend?
Can you imagine the unnecessary surgery he'd have tried to push on me?
No.
Kooky, my good man, is the count in?
My name is Leslie Hunziger.
I can't believe that man could act so unethically.
A comedian? I knew it. I had a feeling.
You'll do fine. As a matter of fact, why don't I wait in the bathroom?
Come out, come out wherever you are.
Perhaps.
I like my blondes on the half shell.
Yeah. I got him right in that little caraway seed he calls a heart.
I'll take his cash, he can have all the women he wants.
Are you saying I have to move to France?
You were high-strung, overdressed, over-bred.
-You. -We just decided on you.
You didn't kill him.
It doesn't matter what's on the outside.
-He's dead wrong. -I didn't say it was a man.
-Really? -I had to let them down easy.
Oh, get down. Oh, look out.
But, Mr. Hunziger--
You could lose 170 pounds fast.
Somebody else has gotta clean the sheets.
But there are reasons known only to myself...
-Room 213. -Thirteen?
Yeah, right up there with "Boy eats other foot, slays self."
Stores his precious bodily fluids in mayonnaise jars.
...have some extremely important business to attend to.
-...if you hadn't lucked out in the face. -You don't stop clocks yourself.
Each beautiful in its own way.