Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wooden nickel ain't worth what it used to be, anyway.
In Houston, we just started a new dance called the "Tighten Up."
The wedding. Ask me about the wedding.
-Wrong? Right. -Wrong.
-You're not sick, are you? -Oh, no, no, no. I'll be all right.
What you said in my office the other day--
After all, the hotel assumes full responsibility.
Maddie. Maddie.
-How would you have me act? -Not like the world is ending.
Club Flamingo. Or was it Club Casablanca?
Whoa, hey, Mr. Hayes.
-Good evening. I'm Madelyn Hayes. -And I'm David Addison.
...they know we should kiss. What are we waiting for?
-I did it, Maddie. -And?
...lo answer some of these letters.
-That's lying. -What do you mean, you can't lie?
Maddie, will you put it on for me?
"The turkey tastes great, Aunt Sophie." "Your hair looks beautiful, Suzette."
A wet rag. How you.
I can't do that. That's lying.
When she was 16, cursing at her mother like a sailor...
That's all the luggage on the bed.
You are nervous.
Wooden nickel for your thoughts.