Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We looked up your address in one of those backward books.
Excuse us for a minute, please?
You just gotta change your mind.
...about the move to Sunday night?
But she would definitely oppose that idea from beyond the grave.
Eddie Skins, Eddie Skins, personal management.
Her and a movie star, I can understand, but why me?
You're one big knot.
McCabe.
Well, a fruit basket would have done just fine.
You and me, big church wedding. We open up a restaurant.
...where models got paid to do more than photo spreads.
He said you were interested in working with my client.
-Are you off duty too? -Wait a minute.
...but they never did.
You're a pretty good dancer. I taught him everything he knows.
I'll drop you off, change, cab over to the restaurant.
I love her.
That will grind you down.
-Richie. -What?
Seen him?
Hey, who was it that promised he'd get your money back?
These people set you up, Richie.
I understand you're a professional.
-I need a favour, Dave. -No. Pass.
Excuse me.
Hold it. Hold it.
Not on 72 G's. It keep you in snails for about a year, max.
Why don't you take a swipe at the lower than my lower lumbar?
-And help you when you get in a jam. -One. Two.
-Let him walk and talk. -This is more than a restaurant.
Hey, come on.
I just keep trying to convince myself that things happen for a reason.
-I don't disagree. -What does that mean, you do agree?
-You are sometimes. -I'm the most approachable guy I know.
And I do mean ear full.
Well, there's no such thing as a free lunch and I have dinner plans.
-But look-- -Thanks a lot.
Thanksgiving dinners tend to be more sane...
-I'll talk with Ritchie. -Don't tell him.
Nobody borrowed stuff, lost it.
-I'm Claudette. -I'm Dave.
I met her a couple of weeks ago. I'll tell you one thing, she's a keeper.
Well, he liked the blonde in the picture a lot.
-Like you just talked. -Why not?
...as far as brothers go I'm pretty lame, huh?