Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And now, well....
Mom doesn't eat wrenches.
I did.
-Are. -Listen...
And it'll be like this whole morning never happened.
Shoulders back...
-Morning, sweetie. -You sleep well?
...I've been hatching a plan.
Stopping off for coffee, or maybe checking in first?
...you are a businessperson.
...and I'll get back to you Monday. Fair enough?
Wow, you're set for life.
So I need a raise.
What about your Miss Hayes and Mr. Addison?
She's been comfortable as a telephone operator.
I knew there was a period in there somewhere.
Besides, if I ever wanted to call anyone from work...
Fine, just fine.
-Sorry. -What?
Great. Oh, that's my girl.
...and I'll look at it Monday.
...intending to fail.
Maybe I'm not cut out to be cutthroat.
We come back home, what do we find?
Oh, yeah.
-Good. -Good.
Now she's retired. She took a trip to Mexico.
But you'll have to call back. Please, don't be opposed.
And I do mean hanging it up, because it is Friday. TGIF.
-He's a good man. -Yeah.
Don't you get my little girl in any hot water, young man.
I'll never forgive myself if anything ever happens to her.
Oh, he's getting around so much better with his new leg.
-You're lying. -I am not lying.
-Mr. Arredondo, what are you doing? -No, no, Bert.
Wondering if you can afford an extra potpie...
I'll bet nothing this harrowing ever happens to her there.