Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess the point I'm trying to make, sir...
Dad, I would love to go to the club with you, just not today.
You got money for gas and your choice of freeways.
I promised I'd be there for you.
-But-- -Put a bow on it, wrap it up.
-Got a light? -Yeah, sure.
I must be an important case.
Well, she can reintroduce herself.
Gonna stretch my legs for a minute.
Believe it or not, I'm gonna call a staff meeting this week.
No, it's definitely Craig Girardi. He's been flying with us for years.
Women.
Jeez, just up and left him, huh?
Well, I filled my letter-writing quota for the year.
Odd socks in the dryer ought to jar his memory.
Dowry?
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Should have been in the office hours ago.
No, she didn't happen to....
Sir, I brought beepers.
I don't think so.
What do you think a vintage biplane goes for these days?
What exactly are we doing with this?
Now you will never have to leave a warm, cosy bed...
...and he hasn't even called.
Twelve-thirty.
...and neighbours and a lot more of the man.
It just wasn't very important to me. That's not why I married him.
Get smoking.
Miss Wilbourne. Hi.
...he's headed for a nasty tumble down the stairs.
Mrs. Girardi, why don't you let us drive you home?
How do you turn it off?
Commandeering the next available vehicle.
...instead of just what he got with the package deal.
I'm miserable and I want you to come home.
And one less blond in my life means a lot more life in my--
...and wrote me letters that sounded, well, like Jackie.
What I'm trying to say to you, sir...
If you don't wanna take the case, I'll understand.
Now you know how I keep that 31-inch waistline, Bert.
You're a natural. I bet you could do this with your eyes closed.
I knew that was gonna happen.