Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're single people, we owe it to ourselves to find something to do.

I had a date. He had to cancel. He had to go to a wedding.

...than grabbing some hair to pull into his cave.

...a couple of years ago, you went out, bought some clothes...

So how is old Molly?

It's Molly! She'll be right with you.

...we find a woman on our own...

Give or take a couple inches.

There's a picture and a complete description of me there as well.

By nightspot, you mean soft lights, quiet, a little piano?

As many of you know, for the past several days...

This represents everything I'm looking for in a mate. In a partner.

Admit it, David. I won. Molly won.

Well, if there's nothing else to discuss....

You are already here.

You were right, I needed a body to perish in a car accident...

I knew it. I knew it, I knew it.

I think my background speaks for itself.

Lord knows I've been out there for 20 years...

-Is this going to continue? -I could read, but I'm driving.

-Naked? -Naked.

Maybe it's me. Maybe I don't know how to find her.

Alan, get into your chair.

-Who, her? -Yes, her.

I'll call you tomorrow.

It's not just me, but all men who are insensitive, uncaring, selfish. Right?

Not true. I believe that good looks and motor skills are important...

The only reason Tupperman didn't call is because he hit pay dirt.

Me neither. I can wait around all day.

...you're all big boys. You do what you want.

It's full of all kinds of stuff belonging to Mrs. Tupperman.

You're so full of crap, it's coming out your ears.

...a new food frontier...

What'll it do to the morale of the worker bees...

We have sources at major men's magazines...

Sure, she wants a doctor. They all want doctors.

-I know. Dinner. -Dinner.

...he's leaving for Stevie and Molly.

It might be fun doing something together.