Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...a reputation and very little else.
Why Bill was taken from us in such a sudden and tragic way...
No criticism taken.
-Well, I don't know about that. -It doesn't mean anything.
That's okay, we have no secrets.
You slut! You--!
Okay, Buster.
What do you have to show for piddling away your salary?
Yeah, but my personality dominated all the characters I played.
We remember his kindness, his warmth, his generosity.
-This one is 12. -Thousand?
I realise that this isn't exactly Blue Moon dress code, sir.
You'll do something else.
...because when I first met you there were a few surprises.
Look of real wood.
I've seen this a thousand times. He'll do or say just anything...
Nathan is a very cold man.
There's a few I didn't quite bargain for.
Nice pecs.
Name one.
Vinyl dash.
What if Mr. Kraft's favourite colour is lavender?
That might not be for a while.
She wants to put us on retainer to do the Pl work for her firm.
...and I'm gonna close my practise. Nathan and I are gonna open a kennel.
A while back, I had an unexpected vacation.
No, sir, of course not.
Agnes, you're too healthy a human for the acting game.
-No, it's not Herbert and MacGil-- -They're at it again.
One of those road-hogging, gas-guzzling mileage busters?
If it's more paper clips you need, more paper clips you'll get, right?
-Me? -Yeah.
Is this the way you represent my wife's interests...
-So you didn't answer my question. -Which question?
I'm not some kind of machine you can turn on. I need a cup of joe.
Something where you'll earn some interest.
-I knew you'd get mad. -I'm not mad.
Nice pecs.