Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you put your leg behind your ear and scratch where it itches?
...and bury me in an anthill if she finds out I spilled my guts.
None of that matters now.
Hundley almost gave you back your shoes...
-Live and let live. -Yeah.
So how do you like it so far, Mad Dog?
Last night, I found myself up to my neck in hot water.
She said Mr. Addison hasn't shown up in Chicago.
...are a huge drain on corporate resources.
You must be the foreign-exchange prisoners.
And when they ain't the same...
Besides, my biological clock is ticking.
Have you lost your mind?
Lands you in prison every time.
All right, let's shake it up.
Yeah, I was in prison.
...when they sentenced me to this place.
You're gonna love this. Make you feel like a king.
I never told him about you."
Steckler's just trying to keep you out of a wheelchair.
No mints on my pillow?
You take a shower once a week and you cut your hair twice a month...
-Hundley? I'm not Hundley. -Of course not, you're Vanna White.
I just wasn't sure who that someone should be.
My name's David Addison. I'm a private investigator.
Hey, he's down there.
But from where I was standing, I had a moral obligation to do what I did.
"You're not his father.
Your mattress has a ditch in it, but then again, they all do.