Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're all fungi.
-He's been kidnapped again. -Mrs. Greydon.
Ms. DiPesto, I'm speaking to you.
Either one!
We'll catch him with his fling, take shots of the whole thing.
Oh, no!
...but you have to fire them.
-This is not a joke. -This is. A man goes to a sperm bank--
I guess that is kind of thoughtful of you.
...I promise you, it will be fine.
Thoughtfulness.
Addison, come back here. I'm not through haranguing yet.
...if it means blowing our bet to protect my partner, that's what I'm gonna do.
Wait a second, wait. What is that, Brooklyn for "this solution"?
By noon today?
What's happening, man? I make a boo-boo?
And to prove it, staged his own abduction...
It's supposed to be here.
They were gonna leave, walk out, resign.
I was able to get to the bank before I came here.
...do you ever get the urge...
It may not wash his blood off our hands...
Every morning he would jump on the bed, lick me all over the face.
None of that hip-hop slop you call English.
In a bar with a moose on her head. I know all about it and I don't care.
Everybody is a comedian.
Okay.
Worked in the third grade, still works.
One minute.
Okay, all right. Chill for a second, will you?
That first note wasn't a real ransom note, was it?
-How are we doing on the clock? -Two minutes.
You're a regular Jan Murray.
Yeah, we showed him a thing or three.
That's a gift he was born with, not something he works at.
Between this case and that bet you and I made...
You wiggled your hips, you even closed your eyes like Ricky Nelson.
...raised him from infancy to manhood, even though he wasn't her natural son.
-Ran over him? -Ran over him.
Don't you see? In the long run, I made the right choice, the right decision.
-It was our fault, wasn't it, David? -What do you mean?
I would have sugar-coated it a bit, but that's the ying and the yang of it.
-I'd like to make a suggestion here. -Yes?