Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I knew it would happen. I saw the smoke signals, heard the drums.
“Why? -Let me ask you why.
Come on, let's buzz out of here.
I don't know what those people are doing.
Would you excuse Miss Hayes and I...
in the future, you can dial that number direct.
...I received word from our judges...
You attended the symphony last evening, correct?
I need tickets for tonight, best you got, preferably between the bases.
It took a little extra planning, but I figured you were worth it.
...you didn't steam open the envelope.
Excuse me.
David, say something.
I've tried everything else you can wear a tux to, short of a prom.
Ladies and gentlemen, Don King.
...with the red-white-and-blue trunks...
Knocked some sense into his head.
When did my private life outside the office...
You wanna know about it?
Somebody's lying, or they xeroxed that scene.
Fine, you can borrow it any time.
Excuse me. I'm David Addison.
-From the same bureau. -With the same story.
Tonight's performance is sold out.
Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
-...8iX, seven. -Get up! Get up!
Sorry, sir, I can't help you.
Of course, he'll seek an early conclusion to the enterprise.
And in the blue corner...
I got ahold of some bad roast beef.
No, sir, your seat's somewhere else.
-I have to say, this is-- -Kind of classy?
...1s aiming a gun at us right now. They're trying to kill you.
-I what? -Everyday, plain-wrapped, generic fun.
Mr. Don King is doing his part...
-What do you mean famous? -I'm gonna make a video.
A word, piece of film. It could be anything.
-You are? -Yes I am.
Maddie.
Thank you.
-S0? -So that's awful.