Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You were saying?
Maybe you should set up housekeeping here in the office.
I thought about going into other aspects of jurisprudence.
Fourteen, maybe.
I'm Betty Russell, known in some circles as the Barracuda.
-Say the word, sir. -Good.
Give me one amp sodium bicarb, stat.
Oh, my God.
Excuse me for asking, sir, but exactly what did that do?
-Jeannie? -Joleen.
Raise your right hand.
How could you leave the keys in your new car?
Ready to make the move to the varsity?
-...practical. -Economical.
I've got a case, a big case. Been working on it for a while.
It's a real sweetheart of a chariot, sir.
...and it's the woman's fault?
...none of us will ever know.
-The gold digger. -What?
Now, my client wants this settlement to be amicable as possible.
I had you figured out first time I met you. Loud, lewd--
-l do. -Be seated.
...Nathan will break with Joleen in a hot minute and go back to his wife.
It's called a chase because that's what we're supposed to do, is chase.
He's trying to lavish luxury on her...
I hope she took a shower before she came here.
Are you sleeping with your husband's partner?
Guess you're right.
-In that neighbourhood? Are you crazy? -It's not my idea.
-Irresponsible? -Thank you.
If I had died, I would have left behind some assets...
Never.
I hope to retire next year and spend a lot of time working on my ant farm.
While I was lying in ICU...
What's a little stolen property between colleagues?
One of many, I might add. See, the problem with you is...
And he is one terrific guy.
Love those kids.
I realised that this world has too many lawyers and not enough poodles.
She's getting paid more than we are.
He has everything only he doesn't have anything.
I had to get down on my knees and beg to keep my trousers.
Please, stop doing this to yourself.
Leave the car in the alley behind the bar with the keys in it, running.
...their divorce is about to become final.
...a situation at 23rd and Del Fuego.
There is nothing more stimulating than the pursuit of knowledge.
...ho husband, no kids.
Mr. Addison, can't this wait?
Well, maybe their hands will be too slippery to tear flesh.