Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, we could make it longer.

but I would like to get a little constructive hysteria going.

- Yeah, assuredly. - Thank you.

Oh, just call me Nancy. He loves to call me Mrs. Armond Lynton.

Too much loving, too much understanding,

I mean, Mary is great looking, and Nancy's gorgeous.

good-looking way.

- Not too many. - Me either.

- Would you like to come in? - Just try to stop me.

- I hardly remember him. - He was wild about her.

Wait a minute, Rhoda. Let's stop this.

but when I first hit him, I thought he was boring.

Not only that, I found out that our ratings service...

was when my father took me to a ball game.

Yes, see you then, Armond. Bye.

- Got some mail for you. Fan mail. - Fan mail for a newscaster?

- Oh, Rhoda! - Nineteen little friends.

Howard, they're not interested in guessing how long it's been.

I can even smile tomorrow night when you and I have our little fivesome.

So let's change the subject to something a little more pleasant.

When I first met Lars,

Ohh, Mary... Uh...

- Yes, ma'am. - Ma'am?

This dress is all wrong, Mar.

- We'll make it for drinks, not dinner. - Good.