Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No way he takes Ms. Prissy over Ms. March.

Don't do it, Frank. Don't pull the lever!

Well, I have returned.

-Never looked for a fantasy before? -Not someone else's.

No, I mean of Mrs. Tupperman. I'm curious to see who it is...

-You figured that out, huh? Why...

...never gets a headache.

We get 60 percent, we pass.

-This place is dead, I'm taking off. -Hold it a second, will you?

...for the rest of his life.

What kind of proof?

We'll find the perv and your problems will be solved.

Let's go. Come on.

-I'll miss her so. -I've heard she was a good woman.

...you describe an oversexed pack horse with a lobotomy and a G-string.

Could have a menu. A trait from column A, a trait from column B, like a deli.

The bride of Frankenstein.

Your approach was off base.

...computer dating, the personals, never finding her.

Or maybe he checked out.

What was the question again?

She doesn't live here anymore. She cleared all her stuff out this morning.

-Give me a minute. -Take two. Did you see any pictures?

-You came to tell us something? -You guessed?

-What do you mean? I asked you out. -I'm talking about Molly. Poor Molly.

About what she's going through and feels?

...mostly men. Why did he come to you?

...but don't you know how much I hate being right all the time?

Why don't you tell me about yourself.

-Molly's a Rhodes scholar. -Really? You study maps?

Now, where do we start?

Who normally answers these kind of ads, but....

I am not at all sure she exists.

That's a risk I'm willing to take.

Clothes, makeup...

This isn't the way lacocca would handle it.

What are you talking about? That stuff is what other guys are for.

-What is it? -l don't know.

Wait, wait. Wait a second. Slow down. The plot's twisting.

-My wife's camera-shy. That a crime? -Of course not.

Molly's pushing a guy with a cast on his leg.

-You've given this a lot of thought. -Wake me when we get to Connecticut.

Tupperman won. But best of all, romance won.

-Oh, David. -Oh, Maddie.