Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boring.
I'm Archie Bell and the Drells of Houston, Texas.
We talk all the time. I don't know what's with her.
Can I have your room number, please?
I'll prove beyond a shadow of a doubt...
No.
She's fine, Maddie. Just fine.
As a matter of fact, I've been waiting for this moment...
-I have something to tell you. -Me and champagne.
David, take it from me. My father adores my mother...
The padre can come along. What do you say?
She's known! She's known, all along!
Six feet tall, grey hair, went to the flower shop.
Would you look at that?
-Plan B? -Plan B.
I told her I wouldn't go with her unless she put some clothes on.
...about the prospector, the buffalo and the Indian?
-Wasn't there an actor with that name? -Gabby Hayes.
Well, you walk.
We're talking 100 "Hail Mary" material.
Sure thing, Mr. Addison.
Easy, now, you don't even know my mother.
-Thanks for a great dinner, Mr. Hayes. -You're more than welcome, padre.
To my daughter. And her partner.