Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I insisted they let me recruit my own team,

I know I made it on my own.

I love the show, but it means summer's over.

-head of our in-house counsel. -Yes, hello.

Maybe we should take this away from the table.

They must have recruited him in college.

♪ I traveled on when hope was gone ♪

(insects trilling)

Hey, guys. Okay if I join?

-Yes. -Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

Oh, listen to me, yakking away, and you're here to pray.

I won't be having any.

Really, you should replace Buzz up there, Abe.

Serious money. Now go away. Go away!

Hard to top last year's theme, "To the Moon and Back,"

No. He came in very late from wherever he was last night,

and they don't know what tiles they're passing.

It's pretty high-up stuff, son.

-Phil Foster?! -Oh, Phil Foster! Wow!

Oh. I had a really weird dream.

-Oh, no doubt, Sally. -You're a born comedienne.

MAN (over P.A.): Miriam Maisel, please come to building 15B.

-Hey, everyone! We found Susie! -(cheering)

Of course. Hope everything's all right.

-Your project was approved. -Not hungry.

-Is it? -CHARLES: At the highest levels.

-Doing what? -Yeah, what are you guys talking about?

What now, a kickline of Gruppenfuhrers?

-in the way. -You won't be in the way.

He's more than that, Abe.

ABE: You know, I woke up several times in the night

-Nice meeting you. -Same here.

-It was hardly talking. -We saw you blush from across the room.

Devlin's my mechanical engineer. A real whiz.

Ah, no, I'm sorry.

Many things have happened since.

She's even lending me her car.

-You talked to them? -CHARLES: He didn't have a choice, Abe.

What happened to Jimmy?

Old lady Steiner did one of her white-glove inspections today.

Well, that's the problem. I don't remember what I said.

It's time-sensitive. Will you excuse us?

Night, everybody.

You know none of that's gonna happen, right?

(snickers) What did you call it?

for a thousand years.

MAN: Clear all channels. Quarter hour report.

I'm gonna be the next Lucille Ball.

♪ No potato juice ♪

Yeah, you've got a lot to be sorry for, buddy.

-Undo what you did. -Stop, please.

And there was this kid, this 19-year-old, Jack Nicklaus.

I'm going to be frank with you, Abe.

-He's usually up so early. -MOISHE: Right.

How about our resident poet?

Yeah. He hears the name, he knows it,

Miriam Maisel, please come to building 15B.