Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not just for you, for me. Really.
Would you care to join us?
Come on, up periscope. Lights on. Pretend you're home.
You're on your own in that department, Bert.
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I think he's trying to kill himself...
...you want us to find this guy so you can pay him to marry your sister.
-Maybe he had car trouble. -He doesn't know how to call a cab?
Craig flew combat in Vietnam...
You'd think that shop would be almost done fixing the BMW.
How does she know the place hasn't burned down?
I'm just afraid to know why he hired you.
Well, I'm having a drink. I don't know that I'm drinking.
Twelve-thirty.
My family consists of myself and my sister, Jacqueline. Jackie.
I can't help feeling somehow I'm to blame.
Go home, Bert.
Brought several so you could see which one you like.
No, not at all. Come on in.
She's been here for a week.
I-- I don't know what's wrong with me.
Why would your intended spin a yarn about raising a houseful of babies...
Odd.
She flew the coop, things have never run smoother.
What you need is a solid fully committed:
-I'm David Addison. -Bryant Wilbourne.
Any day now.
With a separate tone for emergency calls...
Something about a call from a hysterical woman...
-Fine, I'll take this one right here. -Not a bad little unit.
You need somebody to backstop you, sir.
No, I mean a feeling.
I'd better get upstairs.
...and he was shot down.
...that nothing horrible happened to him.
Of course, we did incur a few minor operating expenses.
Sorry, I didn't order any carpet estimate.