Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was hoping you were going to wear it.

Ah, well, I think you'll look great wearing one of those.

Woody, uh, call Melville's, tell them I want an eight o'clock reservation for two.

I left a message on her answering machine that I wanted to talk to her.

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

I know precisely what she means.

And come with me now so we don't spoil the mood.

You know, I'm gonna go back to Stone.

Laugh if you will, but according to my calculations, the timing is perfect.

I want tonight to be very special.

Mrs. Stone was dead set against rehiring her, and I hate to beg when sex isn't involved.

A slight improvement

Don't say that.

All right, but this is a waste of a perfectly good meatball sandwich.

It's not your fault.

What did I tell you?

He's the man I've been giving my accounts to for the last couple of weeks.

I finally feel good about myself again.

Well, they were so insignificant, they really slipped my mind.