Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was that car? The one her boyfriend made.
- At dinner. - So you were already eating.
No, I am not all right. That was Margie just now on the phone.
Wow, that's great.
- You're exaggerating. - One, two, three, four, fifty. I'm not.
You got your morals, your standards, and good common sense...
Yes, but there are plenty of other Margies out there...
- Dad? - Come in.
- No! - Then I could teach you.
Which helped double productivity and billing hours...
He wants you to call him. Where are all the office supplies?
Never mind. Listen, we are very sleepy this morning...
Three, in fact. Each one worse than the previous one.
If I'm not there the second he gets home...
First I read the sign, then I tried the door in case it was some elaborate ruse.
- How's this? - Perfect. Thanks.
I wonder when it'll open.
- That is a cast. She hurt her arm. - When? How bad is it?
- Yes. - You bagged the Swede?
Are you interested in the Netherlands?
Just put a lot of stuff so you can't taste it.
- Blasphemy! - I know.
- I'm scribbling furiously. - Margie always wrote everything down.
- A coffee bowl? - Yes, a coffee bowl.
- Want to call me from your office? - This is my office.
Okay? Good.
Dad, she worked as an executive assistant for six years!
Rather inexperienced, I thought.
That boy is a walkingdisaster
- But he never... - Well, now he did.
Isn't it wonderful, everyone coming for your father?
- Free refills? - In a month.
Yes, I've got them right here.
- Luke's is closed this morning. - By the health inspector, no doubt.
- Lane Kim. - Very nice to meet you, Lane Kim.
Well, it wasn't your fault.
Margie did everything for him.
- I'll blindfold you then. - I don't know.
So, let me guess. The Wu-Tang Clan had the office before you.
We'll find you someone as good as Margie, or at least cheaper.
I don't recognize half the whatsits and doodads in here.
- Now, take a peach. - Thanks.
Hundreds of paper clips in every conceivable color and size.
Hey, you. It's me. I'm gonna be home late today.
I need you to get me out of dinner tonight.
They make an excellent egg-white omelet, no oil.
Rory, he took a trip. Don't read anything into it.
- What do you mean you had an accident? - Jess swerved...
You poor little thing. How you doing?
Plus, if you get the box, it's cheaper.
Gorgeous, tan, looked just like Mickey Hargitay.
Tomorrow afternoon after my business class...
- What? - She's staying with the old firm.
We really need the DSL line installed today.
- It was an accident! - And he was driving!
- Swell party. - Yes, it's mostly your mother's doing.
Dream with me here, folks.
- Jess? - Luke's nephew.