Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Attention, shoppers!
There are people who take better care of this stuff than their own kids.
I don't even know how I got it or why.
Maddie, run outside and get me some dirt, get me some worms!
This business is a giant pit I'm throwing my money into.
What a couple of nincompoops.
You can't say anything to her about it, capeesh?
-Gate. -You leave when he got...
-What brings you to L.A., Rich? -747. First-class.
We'd like to take a minute to welcome you to...
Great. This is like being in a foreign country.
And I waited. Nothing happened.
I don't want a cute apology.
Richard?
-How did you do that? -Wait, I'll do it again.
So being good doesn't matter.
-Really? ~Truly.
In that department store, trying to return some men's wear.
Impoverished. Terrified! And I'm not acting, David.
-Take your time. -Richard.
Hey blondie-blond.
...and, you know, on the floor and just stared at it.
-Could be he was adopted. -Always asking relatives for money.
Thank you.
...boning up for that math test. Now just step aside and let me out of here.
I read about a small outfit. Nothing was working.
Davy.
First thing in the morning?
Staying at the Bel-Air Hotel, dinner at Adriano's.
-No. I don't-- -That's all!
You disappeared last night.
-Shut up! -Shut up!
You love him.
I'm really sorry. Really.
He traced me through my license plate.