Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

What did I tell you?

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

A slight improvement

I know precisely what she means.

I finally feel good about myself again.

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

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

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

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

Don't say that.

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

I was hoping you were going to wear it.

It's not your fault.

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

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

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

I want tonight to be very special.