Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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