Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mom, Dad, this is David Addison. The man who works with me.

-Waited? How long? -I don't know how long.

-You leaving town? -I'm leaving your office.

I don't hate you.

If you can't agree, disagree.

-Well? -Well....

Take it from me, Father David, the confession king.

-My God. -Look again, my dear.

-Will it help? -Me.

It was wonderful dancing like that. I can't remember last time we did it.

Because I'm her daughter. Because it's the truth.

And, well, any excuse to get out of Chicago in the winter.

I told the guy you'd be upset.

-Mom, did you meet David? -Mr. Addison.

It doesn't bother me. It really doesn't.

-Ms. DiPesto? -Wow, is that really you, Mr. Addison?

-Absolutely. -Really, Alex.

-My father is not having an affair. -Okay. Fine.

You know, I remember when we were dating, starting to date.

I'm serious. I'm worried about her.

-Because she's in pain. -I see.

-Yes. -Would you like some coffee?

You drive a late-model Mercedes, Mr. Hayes?

-What can I say? -In English, not much.

Nope. Definitely not. I read the script. Not tonight.

Then Maddie can take a walk with her father.