Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...if I were a young woman...
My goodness.
...just for the occasion.
Well, I want you to know, I'm glad you finally came around.
Then maybe some little baby kisses down your spine.
Start? You're out of the blocks, nearing the tape. Crowd's on its feet.
But you and me, we're different.
-We're not telling them anything. -You're right.
Why would you lie to her?
-You're impossible. -And you're ridiculous.
Well, I can't. I don't have affairs.
...she has almost no sense of the effects of her decisions.
It's just a good, intelligent way to make sure nothing transpires.
...to turn up adequate evidence.
Which is why we have the pact.
-There's just one thing, though. -What's that?
One man's wallet, $7.32--
...that she seems to be very much in love with him.
-Don't-- Don't do that. -Don't do what?
It doesn't make sense. We don't make sense.
To look into Mr. Murphy's past...
None of that matters, believe me.
You're forgiven.
Her neighbour's Pomeranian kept her up.
You don't have any lights. You don't have any furniture.
-Gonna make her an honest woman? -You're inquisitive.
Really?
...knowing that you do what you do or did what you did, doesn't it?
No bad checks, but credit cards are at the limit.
-He makes her happy. -That's important.
I took her home and my old man put on his best undershirt...
...and he doesn't want me to marry...
-Good morning, Miss DiPesto. -Good morning, Miss Hayes.
...don't take this the wrong way...
Can we just talk about how terrific it is?
I suppose...
I'm glad it's not gonna happen anymore, but I am glad it happened.
Yes, Miss Hayes.
...reliability...
David.
So Kendall calls me at the bar, you were there...
Spend the rest of their lives warm and cosy in some little breakfast nook.