Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Manual. - Came with the phone.
- What about his stuff? - I'm gonna send it.
Yeah, but what exactly does that mean?
- Like what? - Hire another secretary.
I can't afford to pay Margie her full salary right away.
- I really hate to ask you this. - Forget about it.
Speak for yourself. I left my wallet in there yesterday.
No, I have no money.
I have some of my own work to attend to. Thank you for all your help.
- Dad, that's big! - Yes, I suppose it is big.
I can't work here 'cause I have my own job.
- He's really in his element, isn't he? - And happier than he's been in years!
There's another Margie out there. Honest. Just give it a chance.
All right, we won't stay very long.
Being bilingual in this day and age can only be a plus.
- What the hell was that? - I'm sick of this!
Dean knows you. He knows you wouldn't do anything to hurt him.
Back in a jiff.
Yes. That only seemed to make it angry.
I will remember that.
- You'd like that, wouldn't you? - Not really.
- Yes, I choose to blame Jess. - Because you hate him?
I don't know. All I know is that Jess is gone.
- Russia! - Da.
I'm so sorry Rory isn't feeling well. Is it that flu that's been going around?
Oh, jeez, this is worse than the clowns in the Volkswagen.
You weren't even offering to match the poor woman's salary?
Three of these cute little cuppy things...
- Can I bring you coffee to start? - To start and finish.
Oh, no. I wish.
- You shook hands! That means... - I'll send him the contracts in the morning.
- Do you need help, little girl? - Oh, my God.
Mr. Henson. Why, yes, he just walked out. May I take a message?
- Dad, I cannot come back here tomorrow. - I see.
Just eat the burger already!
My mom sometimes walks home this way.
- I'll get it. - No.
A generous one, if I may say so.
Largie Margie. Very clever when you're six.
Good. Now, if you'll excuse me...
because my mother would never stop crying. So I have a proposal.
that's keeping her from standing in line for government cheese.
Because your messages are forwarded to your voice mail.
- Speaking of which... - What's this?
I'll clean or do inventory, or stock stuff, or whatever it is you need done.
- I don't want to fight about this anymore. - Neither do I.
- Have you talked to Dean? - He gets home tomorrow.
- jumping up and down at the airport! - I really have to get inside.
Yes, for the moment. But the moment is coming to a rapid end.
One doesn't score deals in the insurance business.
Stop any time you like. What are you doing?