Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

thinking I'd imagined what I saw.
-(bowling pins crashing) -Ah-ha-ha-ha!
-I don't know what he is. -Noah?
Theirs may be higher, what with the disposal of documents,
Go without it.
You were redder than the ketchup.
"Give me the CIA." It doesn't work that way.
Labor Day approaches, marking the end of another great season.
-This might be my last stint in the Catskills. -Deecy, no!
My God.
Are we not allowed to have secrets?
Okay. Okay, catching my breath here.
I understand what he was saying.
-So what do you want me to do? -I want you to lie low.
Fran Zimmerman knocked over a can of Sterno
I'm a man. I'm a Jew. I suffer.
Sit down, Abe.
PHIL: ...very interesting:
I was ice-skating and I got attacked by a giant beaver.
I clawed some info on a contact from her,
-Where's that? -Not sure. I'll go check.
NOAH: What's wrong? A lot of us
-in the fresh air. -Mm-hmm.
Got some good news, finally.
-See you tomorrow. -See you.
Look out, Lucille Ball.
(cheering over walkie)
-Congratulations! -This never happens
-Isn't that somethin'? -That is somethin'.
You're, like, the next Emily Dickinson, Pearl.
-Anything interesting? -Not really.
I talked him up to coworkers.
Little sign outside said "No dogs allowed."
Ah, Charles. Just the man I wanted to see.
So, yay.
The future is now.
Okay. But the gravity weight's changing as it glides.
-MIDGE: Papa... -I'm trying to eat.
♪ Yeah ♪
-Team Two, over. -Team Three, report.
♪ ♪
No food for you, Astrid?
♪ Why don't you dance with me ♪
♪ With a hasty word ♪
Sounds very exciting, Shirley.
Let's see, I've got to get the car pulled around.
-(radio static) -It's the other teams.
Seen her in the shower. Part of it's oozing.
-What? -The job you keep pushing him for,
but forget how to put your pants on?
(applause)
-and you need to reach him, are you able to? -Not really.
Oh, well, does-does he keep in touch when he's away?
-Rose! -(whirring)
-(door closes) -(sighs)
("Dance This Mess Around" by The B-52's playing)
-She doesn't look professional. -She's very professional.
No, if everyone gets distracted,
Uh, Joel, there's something up with the kids.
and I booked you another gig.
She comes from a big New York showbiz family.
♪ Or even London town ♪
$12? Honey, no, I was down $1,200.
♪ Why don't you dance with me ♪
I said "Spotty," he went "Eh..."