Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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