Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So I hired me a pretty boy to take care of business.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Well, madam, allow me to introduce myself.

I'll never let the smell of an old lady stand between me and my dreams.

That's my husband, Harold.

What do you mean, like shoe polish?

Chris, wait, please don't go.

Eh, pretty good, I guess.

And let me compliment you on your new pet monkey.

I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic at heart.

Wow, a Rolex, just like the one Bob Conrad wears.

She's an old perfume-soaked hag.

Well, I am a quick learner.

It certainly does.

I've reserved you for the next five nights.

Oh, by the way, darling, here's just something a little extra for you.

I'll probably see her again.

That's your date?

Well, Gus, you're forgetting one very important thing.

You know, sometimes it feels like I'm living right next door to Wolfgang Puck.

Oh, I guess I won't see her again.