Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe we're too late. Maybe they're all already married.
Fine. Mind if we stop at my place on the way?
-Look, if you don't wanna help me-- -Alan, Alan, Alan.
You ought to get around more.
Who could be more important to him than water, air, Monday Night Football.
Starting to think maybe she doesn't exist at all.
The guy must be very stupid or very rich.
He came to us for a wife. That's bigamy.
I don't know.
-...for free? -For free.
-...for free? -For free
Yeah, I'm just full of surprises.
That's right. She's got her mother's eyes.
You have got to be the single most unromantic human being...
-Where's your sense of fair play? -David!
-You're serious. -I'm more than serious, I'm committed.
So why not go to people trained to find people?
-I don't see him anywhere. -A lot of people here.
Fine.
...is dealing with the pain of rejection.
-God. -You're a perfect example, you know.
Like you said, may the better detective win.
It's only 10:30 in the morning, David.
-Big plans, huh? -No, I wouldn't say big plans.
Wears enough to keep out of jail. I've looked for her.
Come on, sister, give him a break.
What am I doing? It's not, "What am I doing," it's, "What are we doing?"
But you know what else isn't a crime?
...but if I get on the horn PDQ, I may be able...
Talk about an uncanny resemblance.
Over hill and dale, under Roy and Dale, and suddenly...
This is the situation I had in mind when I suggested considering--
No, Tupperman comes to us for a wife.
I'll abide by what you say, but shouldn't there be discussion first?
What do you mean, why come to see me?
There's a guy on sax, blows notes you can hear in Seattle.
Are the Himalayas only a bunch of hills?
-No. -What do you mean, no?
-Molly. -Golly.
We just talked to him. You heard what he said.
Molly's a gourmet cook.
...offers us a chance to do something different, unique.
Tampering with the mail, breaking and entering.
-You'll agree, there's no need to look-- -Addison!
Why couldn't they have met next week? I hate eating alone.
...lift and tuck through here.
Notes in your mailbox by dawn's early light?
We owe her this. We're responsible. We got her hopes up.
Watched the mail when you were gone.
-You. -Not me.
Rounded third and slid into home.
On my line at the supermarket, okay, all right?
A man who doesn't floss or believe in proper dental hygiene.
Do you know what he's talking about?
David!
Hello?
With a catch in her voice, tears in her eyes and a knife in her heart.