Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know when she'll call.
-No, not at all. -No.
Thought the policemen's ball was next week.
I don't know, kid.
I kind of saw it that way myself, sir.
With big brother in the big house, there'd only be one person in control...
All three of them get a headache, you go to a bar...
I know what goes on.
Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Viola...
Well, I mean, the first day, jet lag, okay.
There is no new number.
...hold on a minute, he's right here.
Rotarian, sir.
What?
-Could have bloody marys-- -Please!
Mr. Addison, I believe this man loves my sister.
...1s where do we go when we're sad?
No. I don't know.
Get on the road and wait for me to beep.
No, it's not like that at all.
Yes, this is David Addison.
...that immediately precedes a good sound sleep.
He was unable to have children?
-Mr. Wilbourne, we've gotta get back-- -Please stay.
Once in this whole week, have you seen her pick up a telephone?
Good. Here's how you can start:
One dead, the other ruined.
Well, fine, fine.
Are you drinking?
-l wasn't planning on reading anything. -Good.
We traffic in sadness.
By the time you're done...
She started writing about the beautiful weather...
Sir, I have a favour to ask. Would it be possible...?
...with Miss Hayes being gone, from a business point of view.
Yes, yes, I remember.
No, sir, telephone beepers.
-Bull's-eye. -Bull's-eye.
Well, actually...
Sorry to bother you again.
No, that's not like her.
And we can sleep in.
It's time to go. Oh, Agnes says to say:
It's our stock in trade, our bread and butter.
Heel, Bert.
-Not Mrs. Abercrombie? -No.
See how far we can go before you're out of range.