Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, do you like it?
-I would've if you'd given me one. -Right.
-Anyone interesting? -No one you'd know.
-Hi, David. -Hi, Maddie.
...is the most crime-ridden piece of real estate...
...have been conducting business of their own.
Ok stop don’t touch my breast Stop! Screaming! Stop!
No, go ahead, I'd like to hear you explain.
-We've had divorce work before. -Not on a retainer.
-Come on. Why?
-Tons? -Lots.
-You're heading for The Last Roundup. -I was afraid of that.
This is very sweet of you. Thank you very much.
-You don't like it? -I didn't say that.
She gets on wifey's team and hubby goes to the poorhouse.
David.
They're pretty much broken by the time they get to me.
David, when are you gonna get tired of doing underwear jokes?
Unless I miss my guess, you're ready to graduate.
What?
Great mileage.
Be a good boy, huh?
Why don't you drive it?
I think this will settle accounts.
-You get to be the boy? -We'll compromise.
You wanted to go into business with the Barracuda.
The truth, Burt.
...compelling, magnetic.
...and what I saw didn't hold up.
David, I'm not saying you kiss badly.
-Have we decided? -So far it's a toss up.
It was more along the lines of a pawnshop.
-Let me see. You'll just get mad at me. -l won't get mad.
-Never mind. -David.
...like two mature rational adults.
Bill Raymond. Take your hands off me. You get your hands off me.
Very neurotic.
Let's go again.
-Betty Russell, I forgot. -Let's take the Beemer.
...look each other in the eye...
Well, I mean, I--
I don't think I recall ever seeing your car.
-But even in our moment of sorrow-- -David, I know I know that man.
That's why you're always broke.
Surprise!
It kind of belongs to somebody else.
...on one date and know everything.
Clear.
-Kraft. -Divorce can make strange bedfellows.
...mostly waiting.
...by driving a wedge between us?
David, I swear I know that man.
You lack the essential nothingness that all truly great performers possess.
Tubes aren't free and you'd feel better if you were financially secure.
Do you really like it?
...what good's a nest egg gonna do me?
You charged your husband with mental cruelty, Mrs. Kraft, is that correct?
I'm not sure what kind of present to buy him.