Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Could be, but my guess is...
So now I can tell Burt...
A short stint in jail...
I'm willing to share a portion of the settlement...
-...we flushed ourselves down the toilet. -That's one way out.
You made me reevaluate my rather limited notion of justice.
After, she and the doctor slip across to the hotel for a little hidey-ho.
Probably mistake you for a filing cabinet.
David.
I'd been warned that the procedure I was to undergo...
-I don't believe it. -You better believe it.
Maybe we'd ask him in to talk.
...and puts me in my place.
...you can't imagine anything being different...
-Well, I don't, it's impossible. -No.
...Dr. Brill puts most of his time and energy into these women.
And, oh, yes and we'll need some sound recordings and videotape.
Do you want matte or glossy finish?
And all the time he's waiting, he was looking at me.
I wouldn't dream of jeopardising that with something so clumsy as surgery.
-I'm gonna be sick. -Watch the threads.
Last I heard, you took somebody for richer, poorer, sickness, health...
Yeah.
You're worried about me putting my foot in my mouth.
-What does he want? -He brought a video.
The utmost confidence. Yours truly, Leslie Hunziger."
I don't know anything about those phones.
-You think so? -Personally, I prefer a high forehead.
D-cup!
You don't know what that means to me, knowing that I can come to you.
Right.
...you'll continue your investigation.
Be a good time to go to lunch.
Each stage of a woman's life is a different season.
-Hey. -I don't think so, David.
Oh, excuse me, I didn't realise you had company.
You're never right after a case of the willies.
See anything you like?
...but what do you want me to do exactly?
I haven't been able to talk to a soul.
-I'm afraid we can't do that. -I'm afraid you'll have to.
-l don't know. -Men.