Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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