Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My name's Rebecca.
After what?
Oh, I think I was just charming again there, wasn't I?
In her office.
That's a very pretty blouse.
Sam, I can't thank you enough for getting my job back.
Do you know the story of John Henry, Sam?
Okay.
And you just arranged something for her that she wants more than anything else in the world.
Friends tell friends who they think they ought to go out with, and as a friend, I'm telling you, you ought to give this Malone guy a chance.
Nothing but users and takers and big stupid jerks who don't even know you exist and then go running off to Japan with someone else.
Good night, fellas.
It's always been my favorite blouse.
What was he talking about?
I'm not good at it.
Afterwards.
I was in the store when you bought it.
You didn't think of it first?
I bought it mail order.
I don't want those bozos out there turning this into a circus.
Actually, they're in the bottom of your champagne bucket there.
There you go.
Sam, no.
Woody, make the reservation.
Sure.
You tell him that it will be a cold day in hell before I ever share an office with him or schlep drinks in a two-bit saloon.
Oh, and they got the one you wanted.
Aren't you missing something here?