Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As told by the only guy who knows all the good parts.
David? What are you doing in there?
-Fine, Ms. DiPesto. -I don't understand.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
-...that no one knew about. -Yeah, so?
I don't know who. The guy who owns the money, I guess.
-This is the 80s. -Sounds like he's doing well.
-You're envious. -Envious? I'm speechless.
-Richard Addison. -Your green Rambler.
You were mean to me. For no good reason other than...
Say it! The network says that tonight's show is too short.
What do you do? I don't know what to do.
-My brother? -You have a brother?
Ladies and gentlemen. Prepare yourself for an evening...
Do I look okay? Everything tucked and zipped?
-If you slow down once in a while. -You're talking when I'm talking.
Thank you. First-class airfare. What gives?
...do the same dance steps.
And after he was done He invented this junk
You have something that belongs to me.
You're a dead man!
We've been at this for months. And it's not getting any better.
-Addison! -No, I'm not saying you're dumb.
...and have a private meeting in one of these dressing rooms back here?
I mean, it seemed like such a rich person thing to buy.
...and there's this suitcase filled with money.
You said 7:32.
You just don't wanna be around for skin-shedding season.
Four hundred and forty-nine dollars and seventy-one, two, three cents.