Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He never brings girls home to meet us.
...I just thought you would be open.
I found out he's been screwing some nympho RN on the graveyard shift!
In Genova, a husband come after me with a butcher knife.
- You cannot leave. - Oh, $200 dollars, right?
Linda?
Hi. How y'all doing?
Junk! Harry Bruckner does not buy junk!
I have a fantasy.
No, he's not! Trust me. He's gonna die when he sees you.
I gotta get back to school.
Tell her Randy's making it with some lady old enough to be my mother.
- Thank you. - Okay.
Diane, it's been over two weeks. How long are you gonna keep this up?
I'll get you something to eat. Are you hungry?
...just like everybody else.
Hello?
I mean, we had our ups and downs...
- Well, I do. - Yeah?
If something's bothering me? Of course something's bothering me!
There. There it is. Right there.
- Yeah. - Diane...
Get out of my face, will you?
Help her. While you get ready to go. Okay! Oh, good.
- Yeah. - No, I'm not interested.
You hate me?
You dropped a...
- Think you could foot the bill? - He couldn't handle the two of us.
Me?
Who's gonna know?
Hi.
- I'm gonna stop her. - What?
...for the anniversary next week.
How come you didn't give it to her then?
Get ready!
- He can't declare a, what's it called? - Major.
It came to you at work, so I bring it myself here.
I was in the van.
Extra anchovies.
What are these Incs?
- Hello. - Hi.
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.
I see you've changed your style.
You got some idea what you're doing.
Señor Pizza, with extra anchovies.
- She's doing real well too. - That's good, Dad.
- I don't like it. - I do the books at the store.
- One? - Do you have one left in you? One!
Open?
Tell her why you don't want me to talk to her.
Is that, like, a hint or what?
There are a lot of women out there who don't believe in love anymore.
- What are you doing? - Let's see, that's only 43 women.
Two Diet- No ice.
Don't make me look vulnerable. Forbidden quality.
- Take me! - Yes, okay.
Yeah, hello, look. I called earlier to order the pizzas with extra anchovy.
I pick them up in Tokyo for a buck and a quarter, sell them here for $40.
Relax, Mr. Chapman.
I think you just better start enjoying the one perk we got here.
Oh, well, thank you. That's very nice of you.
I mean, this was an incredibly gorgeous woman.
A Diet Coke.
You order it, you pay!
Call them back and say there are no more anchovies.
Wait a minute. The guy in the van had a mustache.
- Yeah. - Who was that?
- Robin. - Hi.