Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-That rug burn Agnes is sporting? -That's none of your business.
I just don't know how to give this guy any more bad news.
Everybody has something that sets their teeth on edge.
Excuse me.
Here, hold this.
Well, next time I'm working...
...to insulate us from life's less pleasant realities.
...but I wouldn't worry if I were you.
I had to straight shot down the corridor into the office.
...I don't know exactly.
-You could have hurt somebody. -Sorry.
Didn't get into Yale.
I gave him a discount because it only had two beans.
Wow, video clients, a new frontier.
You were involved with Dave-a-roony for a minute.
So, what's the diagnosis?
Yeah. It has been linked to higher intelligence...
But the man she's seeing is Dr. Brill.
-Not exactly a new story. -No.
We'll both go and tell him, but I just feel terrible.
-Dead? -Really dead.
-We don't know what we're asked to do. -Makes it more interesting.
I'll go and tell Hunziger his case looks promising.
-Are you hitting on me? -Yeah.
This from a woman who used to primp?
O'Neal, Jurgenson.
...but I fell in love with Simon anyway.
Whoops! I’m Okay. Meow Too!
There's no spurned lover, no jealous husband, no obsessive mistress.
Wait, what about this justice you were talking about...
Agnes...
Maybe the person he works for is just shy.
-Really? -Yeah.
See, you start out watching Hot Sushi Girls.
Really? I'd love to come see your act sometime.
-...you shush him? -David, please be quiet.
No, I'm sorry that room's reserved.
You're much better at breaking hearts.
Two is my lucky number.
-l wanna hear this man out. -No, you don't.
We come to the right place, Mildred.
Unfortunately, Father Time plays favorites.
No, but I wish it were.
The doctor is with a patient right now.
Oh, Kooky.
Those great looking guys blasted out of hunks of rock?
Even David Addison has to get standards sooner or later.
...was simply too tempting to resist.