Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Women's intuition. Plus, Glenn told me.
Making advances on opposing counsel for the purpose of harassing her.
-Come on. -Raymond!
-What's the deal with hiring me? -You're an excellent attorney.
Thanks for trusting me.
And if it's strategy, anything goes?
It's something in John's note, reading between the lines.
-When you say sexual advances-- -He'd ask me out.
So whatever destructive urges l have, l'm facing them alone.
Because men no longer considered her a sexual object.
Mr. Milbury represented the defendant, l represented the plaintiff.
-What was that last one? -I can't believe it.
Well, it's just that l find myself getting, you know.
Fear of Flirting
No, but telling me he polished the pink helmet with me in mind. . .
She hated it. One day l came home from school and found her crying.
Our lips were three inches apart, just like this.
You think your case was affected by Mr. Milbury's apelike behavior?
Are you ready For this thing called love?
-What in the hell is that? -I can explain!
So he's smart, cute and kind.
-Celebrate? -Absolutely.
. . .implying that l'm dumb. Everybody looks for chinks in the armor.
I didn't give it to him. So much for your little theory.
-You're going home? -Yeah. Bye.
She's suing you personally. You could lose your house. Worse, your wardrobe!
Okay.
-You on my side or not? -Raymond.
He--
For their sake, if not Sarah Warner's, let's dial the code of conduct. . .
-And ever since l've been. . . . -An ass?
I owe you. I'll be right back with the file.
I don't need special protection. I don't want it.
Oh, mark on his turf. There's a romantic turn of phrase.
Why would anyone go out with him?
He was good. He didn't even waive his right to be a pig. . .
-Good night, Raymond. -Good night.
You really don't have a clue, do you? You're a pretty amazing attorney.