Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but there was a ticket mix-up.
So where do I get this video?
I was thinking of someplace special.
Maddie.
Then Mr. Wonder Date announces the plan for the evening:
We need that information immediately...
-Hi, I'm Maddie Hayes. -And I'm David Addison.
Sir, those are precisely what you asked for. Front row, balcony.
My boy Esterhouse picks the Raiders on a gang date.
I've been known to deliver my own flora...
No firearms or weapons of any kind....
Don't throw it in the trash till after I've left.
Yeah.
Sixty dollars.
There are four O's in Boogaloo.
Hey, slugger, let's go.
-Spoke too soon. -Did you find it?
There was a seating mix-up.
The FBI? Why worry their little crew-cut heads about this?
Indubitably.
Come on, David, run!
-The FBI? -The FBI?
I've heard "sold out" at 15 places. Why don't we try something original?
-Your life story. -And take your time.
I thought you talked to him.
It should be very easy to check.
-Spot anything suspicious? -Handkerchief, compact...
...without getting as much as a quick feel at the door.
Tonight's the fun evening. I figure we go by my place...
Give me some water.
-A what? -A fine evening.
Old guys playing boring instruments, you never know when to applaud?
Miss Hayes, how was the evening?
David, you don't have to fight him, just talk to him.
Hello, Maddie, can you hear me?
It's none of anybody's business. I'm gonna go now.
-I do that. -You what?
-What kind of information? -A word?
-Come on, where? -Murray's Parking.
Did you screw your curlers in a little too tight, Agnes?
If you won't listen to me, listen to him.
...Boogaloo, Boogaloo, Boogaloo...
Which reminds me: Would you care for some bubbly?