Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I loved being around you.
Your ego's in the trash heap, Addison.
We're just having fun, trading barbs, quips, jibes, a little friendly banter,
Do you want me to disagree about that?
From the old English, beautiful blond in a slinky nightie.
Oh, okay.
You can't stand the fact you got married...
But it sure isn't about money.
Mrs. Baxter. I'm still old-fashioned about certain things.
-Let them go. -Let them go?
That wasn't no bombshell, that was that was a bottle rocket.
-It hurts you to hear. -I'll admit there's bad odour about it.
Being David is like, I don't know, a first kiss all the time.
When you tossed the phone, I realized when we drove up to the Baxters'...
-Come here. -Let me go.
Bumper-to-bumper with my commuter coffee mug.
I don't know, I had this crazy thought that we could talk.
I half-expected not to see you today.
I wasn't sure I should come to a detective agency...
Maybe I'm afraid of it, maybe I'm not strong enough.
-You'd better. Okay. -Okay.
Every moment doesn't have to be hot or cold.
...to the point of trying to kill his wife...
I know.
Yeah, Maddie, it's David.
Set up a perimeter.
He knows.
Is that love? I don't know.
Okay, I'm sure Walter Bishop is a square guy...
-Not that I was implying-- -No implication taken, Bert.
...being barbecued, you wouldn't smell too good either.
Every conversation doesn't have to turn into argument.
Thank you for seeing me without an appointment.
Got married 27 times. Couldn't stand to be away from holy matrimony.
Because it's relaxed with us. It's easy.
She's flying the love nest, and we gotta go see her.
Must be a lot of something terribles going on.