Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's a very pretty blouse.

Woody, make the reservation.

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.

What was he talking about?

My name's Rebecca.

Oh, I think I was just charming again there, wasn't I?

Do you know the story of John Henry, Sam?

And you just arranged something for her that she wants more than anything else in the world.

I bought it mail order.

Actually, they're in the bottom of your champagne bucket there.

Aren't you missing something here?

Oh, and they got the one you wanted.

I'm not good at it.

I don't want those bozos out there turning this into a circus.

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.

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.

You didn't think of it first?

I was in the store when you bought it.

Sam, I can't thank you enough for getting my job back.

It's always been my favorite blouse.

Good night, fellas.