Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...she had a breakdown.
An engagement ring is a very powerful aphrodisiac, Mr. Wilbourne.
-Sure. -Okay.
-And you want us to find her? -No, no, not Jackie.
Aren't we gonna give him an offer to feather his nest?
...is if I could help you, I would.
Sorry to bother you.
Mr. Addison, we're on the street in an airplane.
...you could stampede heifers through the opening.
She got twice as much of it as anyone I ever met.
Whacked him over the head with a wrench.
Flight 77 now arriving at Gate 2.
Dear Maddie...
We're sorry, the number you have reached has been disconnected.
...like Sky King.
...than to feel your heart pounding against hers.
I know, Daddy.
Listen, from the score-one-from-your-side file...
...how's it blowing in the Windy City?
Forgive the interruption.
He was the best person I've ever known.
He planned on being a bigamist?
And they say air travel isn't as safe as it used to be.
...which was supposed to have been yesterday...
He worshipped them.
There was a time...
I guess I have.
-You're the lady of the house? -Yes. I am.
Finally, I drove out to his house and there was nothing.
My parents' death only made that worse.
Not a care in the world.
What was it to you?
You're even starting to sound like the blond.
We're very sorry about your loss, Mrs. Girardi.
He had his heart set on a brood.
...causing you a lot of pain, and I wanna make it go away.
Let's hit it, Herbert.
No, Agnes, telephone beepers, for Mr. Addison.
You did your job too well.
I guess it's because he couldn't have any kids of his own.
-No need? -No need, nada, zip.
Mr. Addison, may I speak with you in private for a moment?