Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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