Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Woody, where's Sam?
Well, I always meant to.
Well, I was going to compliment you on your blouse.
It's just that since Evan went away, my expectations are low.
Sweetheart, what happened?
You coming?
Ooh, he's got her saying yes already.
Okay, come on, let's go.
Columbus was just going on a little boat ride, huh?
Excuse me, sir.
Okay.
Oh, God.
Mr. Stone, I'm not the hostess.
Honey, listen.
Oh, God.
This is gonna be a lot easier than I thought.
He died.
Sam?
Ah, here's the maitre d'.
No kidding.
Miss Howe, I'd like to see you in my office tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.
Listen, as long as you were gonna tell me anyway, why don't you just go ahead and tell me now?
Well, what the hell is that?
Thank you.
You tell Rebecca that you loved being the manager, but you couldn't stand to see her being so miserable, so you got her her job back.
Either managing a bar is getting a lot more complicated, or I'm getting a lot dumber.
God, no!
Well, I'm gonna tell her to take the stupid job back.
Yo!
What a surprise!
Is that your hand on my leg?