Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One day, Mr. Eleven says to Mr. Seven:
David Addison, you're shook.
It will melt your fat Melt it clear away
How about you?
My name is Navarone.
The only thing left to do is to spend some of it, right?
Hey, blondie-blond.
It was like The Twilight Zone.
-So, what's the plan? ~The plan?
No towels. No bathroom. No anything.
-Maybe we should order. -Good idea.
You talk as though he were a visitor from another planet.
-How about me what? -Never mind.
No, I don't wanna know how much. I wanna know how.
Cross your heart?
Anything new, you got to educate the public. What did we say, 357?
That's 4000 big ones.
Shut up and keep walking! What are you doing?
-There he is. -You're hurting my arm.
Richard.
Wanna be in a serious business?
-What are you talking about? -What does he do?
This pretty much somes it up...
Lots of times. But I'm not mean to you.
Better than a gold card.
The money isn't exactly clean.
-A company car, right? -Mr. Addison, a call for you at my desk.
-Too short. -Too short! And you know why?
That is no reason to act so--
Got all of it.
Davy always had...