Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, David, box seats.
Well.
Not bad, huh? Tara on wheels.
-At home. -No place like it. Let's go.
...and since someone started sending you roses...
-We take it to the FBI ourselves. -But what will I tell them?
How's this:
What does it all mean?
I can think of a worse way to make 100 bucks.
-A quick what? -Excuse me.
-Why would you need a parking stub? -I don't know.
How about this: I show up with my date, 8:30.
Let's have a clean fight.
-Pay him? -Hey, call me selfish...
-This topic is not open for discussion. -And you sure don't look dead.
I'm sorry. You know how noisy these emergency rooms are.
-A funk video? -A funk video.
Your fight has turned into a lot more than an exhibition.
Don't speak to me again in this lifetime.
Did Douglas MacArthur say, "1 won't go home again"?
We're not sure.
So far so good.
It was my fault. Mea culpa, all right? Robert Culpa.
...you are hardly the person I would turn to...
-If the Russian boxer gets shot-- -The major international incident.
G-man and G-woman. Probably got a dog named G-spot.
-Maddie. -They're stealing our stolen car.
Another G man?
-What do we do? -Where's your purse?
We better try explaining this in the American locker room.
Yeah, well, it pays to have branch offices all over town.
You big ox.
-What?! -What?!
Put them up, put them up.
Sir, if you'll follow me, please.
What will we do?
Come on.
They did. You were.