Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't have to listen to language like this, see?
Do you say, “I'd rather be home watching Lucy, eating a bag of Oreos”?
-Lights. -Lights!
You do, but there's only one Scotch in it.
Oh, Alexander.
Okay, your wish is my demand.
Everybody can lie. It's one of those involuntary functions of mammals.
And then some. Here.
If you excuse me, I think I'll freshen up.
-I don't think it's gonna take that long. -No?
I'll conduct an investigation of my father...
Conversational hara-kiri. I'd like to spare them that.
Your mother philosopher, Candy Hayes.
Well, that's not true. We talk all the time.
-That was a long time ago. -Yes.
It's over, Maddie. It's all over, really.
-You know that? -I know that.
Your father is still up in the room packing.
And the things I don't know...
...there's been no time to thank the people who write in.
It's very beautiful, Mrs. Hayes.
-It's so nice to finally meet you. -It's nice to finally be met.
Do all those people work for you?
-You don't want it. -l don't.
-It isn't? -It isn't.
-But it is for her. -No. Not yet.
Mr. Montezuma loves you.
-What is it? Is something the matter? -No, no. I'll be all right in a minute.
...that you and Maddie were going to kiss and have a big affair.