Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a lawyer, not an accountant, Mr. Newton.
[Arthur] Mr. Newton is waitin', sir.
I got that white wine you like from Reichman's.
It doesn't fit!
Just tired.
[Newton] Help me, Nate.
including Texas, Nevada, Arizona and New Mexico.
- Read the file. - [Phone Ringing]
- [Growling] - [Laughing]
I've changed my mind.
Well, I'll just finish this up and then -
- Yes, higher. Come up here. - I like that.
We don't need Newton.
What exactly do you want?
What was that? Are you sure?
- [Laughing] - Though I never did meet you before
I see things.
Wrong? This man is completely insane! That's what's wrong.
[Chuckles] What they need is some real stimulus.
I can kill you...
Oh. Oh.
you'll have complete authority, below me.
[Chimes Jingling]
Oh, God! God!
- Weird-lookin' one. - Hey. That's got a New York license number. Shall we check it?
[Woman] I can see Commander-
They're like children.
Fainted? I thought you were dead.
Let 'em see you as you really are.
[Violins]
You're an alien!
Oh.
Mm-hmm.
I don't want to hurt him anymore.
- Be with some of my friends - [Whinnies]
I don't like to see you like this.
- [Murmurs] - Then I could...
How's that sound, mister?
- Get - - [Yelling]
Would you like a scotch and water or something, Mr. Newton?
Poor Tommy. We haven't helped him much, have we?
This is modern America, and we're going to keep it that way.
[Mary-Lou Sobbing]
[Continues, Indistinct]
Uh -
You won't find anyone who'd do for you like I've done for you.
[Woman On TV] It's all a little blurry.
I don't want it.
[Wind Howling]
New storm predictions have been issued for other areas as well.
Don't you understand? They don't understand you.
Wall Street analysts and company officials report...
[Synthesized]
[Violin On TV]
Therefore the court sentences the aforementioned William Budd of the Royal Navy...
Fuel conservation, Dr. Bryce.
Oh, no, thank you.
The way I see it, Mr. Peters, I'm way ahead.
- You know, you're not at all like my father. - I'm glad about that.
- [Man On TV] Oh, Anna, why do we always- - I'm a surgeon.
- Good-bye, Mary-Lou. - No.
- Dance to town, gonna sing - [Laughing]
Some German composer.
Ah.
Scenes, tears. Everything gets so maudlin.
We're determining the social ecology.
No, I, uh -
Thank you, Mary-Lou. Thank you.
- I'm sorry. - Don't worry about it.
[Man] In these circumstances, we have to take action.
How did you find this place?
[Breathing Heavily]
- Do you want me to go back- - No. Keep on going.
[Faint, Distorted Chattering]
a pioneer, if you will.
You don't need me.
Everybody needs that - a meaning to life.
[Moaning Subsides]
One of these days you oughta try one of these.
[Newton] Is time on my side?
I'll call a doctor.
- [Newton] Yes. Yes. - Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.
In ancient time
I want you to begin negotiations with Eastman Kodak immediately.
- Very sound, Mr. Flannagan. - Face it.
[Gasping]
Okay. Take a nice, deep breath now. Okay, hold it.
So on and on
Electronics.
You want it puffy or tight?
I don't want him anymore.
Why does the guy on the, uh, W.E. Commercial look like you?
Some kind of pill maybe?