Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How can she know that when I don't?
I'm positive, certain. Positively certain, certainly positive...
Up there.
What's that mean?
-What? -Liked women well-packed.
Hear the wail of the banshee
It's simply God's plan. There are hole-diggers and non-hole diggers.
Well, whatever it's about...
Should've known. When she said a client walked in off the streets...
But it's almost impossible to figure out what's going on without the truth.
I'm skipping lunch. I'm going to the museum.
Obviously, nobody's following us. Just humour her till she's on the plane.
Wait a second, wait a second.
-Excuse me? -Three wishes. Anything you want.
Okay. The missus and I decided to trade the key for what's in the locker.
Someone who hadn't raised you, who couldn't make you feel guilty.
I don't know what to think.
"Nudes."
Okay, all right.
Good. Good.
I was trying to figure out where to go when I came up with the idea for AMFL.
-What? I've kept nothing from you. -And we believe you.
You think I'm crazy, don't you, Mr. Addison?
May all the unblessed spirits Of the night run wild
-I've known that for months. -Could you let us in, please?
I warned you.
-I don't believe it. -Yeah.
If we had known, we could've lent her some spit.
-It's a crock. -You think so?
Something you won't believe.
-Karate? -No, more like early Diana Ross.
For the sainte charitee
Date outside your fairy tale.
And you're up. What luck. Need help.
-Thank you. -That's it?
It's just that my style of poetry differs from your basic hobnob snob variety.
-What does that mean? -Somebody is chasing her.
I'm sorry, but I kind of doubt that.
-Oh, really? -Yes, really.
Oh, so that's what this is about.
-Kind of flattering. -Flattering?