Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess the point, sir, that I'm trying to make...
...it came to me:
He always loses track of time.
Aye, aye, sir.
Like I said, I'm selfish, totally selfish.
Keep it up, Bert. You got a big future as a doormat.
I'm glad to know that Craig's alive...
-They don't wanna bother her. -Oh, bull, I run a business.
...and pick out Wife Number 4.
Sure I can't fix you something?
Think my stereo would be collecting dust because I'm afraid I'll miss her?
Think I'd hang up on an obscene phone call...
I think you both need professional help.
Pardon me, sir?
One last thing:
-I thought you might be Craig. -No. Did you try to call again?
His wife left him yesterday.
Sitting here all day, I've had a chance to think a little bit too.
Please. Please, Mom...
Mr. Addison, what are we gonna tell Bryant Wilbourne?
Fly like you've never flown before!
-We're flying a skywriter, aren't we? -Yes, sir. I know, sir.
...except he's afraid of sharp objects and guns.
-No. -Well, don't you think you should?
...I could make it go away with a kiss or a quarter...
Keep her steady, Teddy.
That hasn't changed.
...but I don't suppose that does the trick anymore.
Sir, the eagle's landed?
What can we do for you?
Can't live with them...
No.
Make sure you put in for the overtime.
Agnes, front and centre.
Just like he lied about everything else.
I'm actually glad I heard all this.
...down the aisle turned into a long ride.
He was the one who was so insistent.
Two detectives.
Oh, Mr. Addison, there's someone here to see you. Should I send him in?
-Oh, Alex. -What, "Oh, Alex"?
Bert, put it in park!
Are you sure? We had a different name.
Stay in Chicago as long as you need to.