Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I never knew anyone who saved me from so much hurt.
"Armond Lynton." So what do you think?
Uh, listen, everybody,
Good evening. I'm Armond Lynton, and this is my wife, Mrs. Armond Lynton.
I don't know what she'll be cooking.
Lou, why don't we all write out on slips of paper...
No, and I know you're gonna think I'm kidding,
Yeah, that's a good idea. Pictures.
No, Ted, you've missed the point.
I'm not gonna say yes unless it's a couple I really like.
Uh, Rhoda, could I see you in the kitchen...
- Lots of people. - Who?
it's sitting around talking about being single.
The next total eclipse in Minneapolis...
♪ You might just make it ♪
Let's think. What man in your life... it could have been a long time ago...
I really do.
Hello, Armond?
Lars ran into him a while ago. He's still single, still asks about you.
No, I don't. I just wish it were over.
Am I smiling, Mary?
That was Rhoda Morgenstern with the 8:00 news.
Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. She certainly is...
Oh, no, we can wait till after dinner. Oh.
You'll never guess who this is.
- We're stuffed. - Well, if you're sure?
- Sure. - Good.
Improving the show.
I can't believe it!
Too much!
Come on. We both said we have nothing to do tomorrow night.
But under the circumstances, call it off?
I wonder if I should have worn my pantsuit.
- Can I take your coat? - Thank you very much.
- It's our ratings, Ted. - Oh, are they up?
- Isn't she? - I'm supposed to answer that.
Excuse me. I strained my arm.