Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess we got our Friday night date after all, huh?
I'm upset because there's a shattered woman who, as we speak...
-Gee, I'm surprised. -Surprised?
Ms. Hayes...
Of course, I don't have to tell you that.
So, Ms. Vance, let's start at the beginning.
The kind who doesn't leave home without his American Express card.
I'm not admitting a thing. Not till I have proof.
The search is over. Call off the dogs, we done found the fox.
You still don't see how important this is.
Full of yourself for what you'd accomplished. Or thought you had.
Mind if I puke in your purse?
-I think we shouldn't take this case. -This is unusual.
You were looking for someone who was the list.
What the hell, let's give this cowboy a jump and see what he's got.
-Sure she was his wife? -The credit card said...
You don't say.
-Squeeze me in? -Yeah. You know...
-When did you figure this out? -During the commercial.
-Good to be perfect at something. -Your attitudes towards Molly...
Obviously not. I described a mature, intelligent woman of substance...
Hey, Stevie.
Molly, it's Maddie Hayes. Tell me everything.
Were the '27 Yankees only a baseball team?
First we get realistic.
-S0? -So I guess we're not gonna find out...
Anyone got a match?
-It happens. -To you? Is Ripley aware of this?
The day people get paid? The night people get what rhymes with paid?
I cleared more last year than my father made in his entire lifetime.
I own a house, I own a boat. I'm the kind of man who reads Playboy.
You've opened up a new revenue source...
It doesn't have to be 90-weight.
...there she was...
No doubt looking for someone to help her dial.