Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, I have stood on the sidelines, hoping against hope...
This is when you're suppose to say, "I have feelings for you too, Mayson."
Hey, what's that up ahead?
That's a bad way to start a date, being late. 7:45.
No, Leon. Fore! Leon, you are now six strokes behind.
...that Mother Nature would smile on you two...
- Want me to call Clark? - Why?
How long to talk to Gregor in shipping?
- We're already late. - All right. Beat it then.
...ten times as large.
- And that salsa music. - It was the only station we could get, okay?
I just remembered something really important I have to do.
...he ordered one Desk Friend for $49.95 eight days ago.
I'm a bit confused.
...to poison-tipped umbrellas.
Watch your step.
Please, please. Come in, come in.
Excuse me for a second, Lois. I'll be right back.
Well, this one is dead.
Well, I do.
Or it's the real McCoy. I vote goose chase.
I got him 24 hours more, but that's it.
Jimmy doesn't have that money, even if he only needs 10 percent to make bail.
Little ones. Nothing really big.
He just heard Lucky Leon saying there's a big shipment coming in today.
Tell him you found Mayson, she'll be with him in a second.
- It wasn't the funniest or the wildest... - But don't knock yourself out, Lois.
Here you go.
That's a charcoal suit, isn't it?
...a mistake.
The bug people. Remember?
- Sounds good. - All right. Come on.
- Lois Lane? - Yes.
Don't let it happen again.
I mean, what if he went to an old address? Somewhere you'd never think to look?
The problem is, we didn't have a bad date.
You know, it's not easy being perfect.
The bail bondsman?
Not the top of the line, but our best seller.
No, 8. I don't want you to think I'm flaky, changing my mind all the time.