Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You say, "I gave your tickets to somebody else named David Addison."
For his sake. Harder to hit a moving target.
He says, he's sorry.
-F. -F, F-- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
The uniforms turn the phony FBI guys into phony maintenance men...
...I expect the Russian pugilist will attack tenaciously...
...representing the Soviet Union...
The night is young.
Okay. Just for the sake of argument?
He must not be able to speak English.
But for the sake of argument, what kind of night were you talking about?
I was thinking about it all last night.
The FBI is here to see you.
Maddie, great news.
Afraid you can't pull it off?
"Let's see what happens."
David, I thought you had a plan.
Does he ever bite the heads off any small animals?
Well.
Come on, come on.
Knocked some sense into his head.
I'm sorry.
-Where the purse? -I put it in one of these drawers.
You have reached the counterterrorism hot line.
Mr. Addison.
David, listen to me. No, you don't.
...after having had the worst time short of a bone-marrow transplant?
...in hopes of improving the situation.
The x-rays are back. It's a minor sprain. I'll see you at 8.
Maddie, I am really, really sorry.
What are the odds? You, me, here.
But then the seats wouldn't be together.
Talk to him, David.
And if I go back out there, I ain't gonna be able to speak any English.
...which in a few hours will cause an international incident.
-It came from there. -It came from over there!
-Morning, Miss DiPesto. -Morning, Miss Hayes.
What new plan?
Well, I'll certainly cooperate in any way I can...
...before I suggest a seventh-inning stretch.
Okay. Who sent them?
The important thing is, does she?