Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You mentioned a second thing. -Lie.
Well, tell her to wait--
A wager? Oh, baby, this is gonna be grand larceny.
...the bucket's bottom.
A nose flying through the air, a finger hitting you in the face.
-No, I want you to change. -Change?
Shall we go into the music room?
Definitely interested. I was gonna say "definitely duck." Isn't this great?
-Excuse me? -My son...
...or just your head on a platter?
That's better.
-That's right, and you know why? -I can barely stand the suspense.
David! David! David!
Now, come on, huh?
-Some, longer. -Ms. Hayes...
This is a picture of Clark.
I miss the old David, all right?
"That's not a pig, that's a duck."
I can be funny, I can be spontaneous.
It smells like sexism to you.
Only five flights of stairs.
-What? -You sang.
Not a pretty picture.
Yes, change. Don't you see?
Hardware-store man says, "Mister, I'm sorry...
How may I help you?
I miss some of the fun, some of the spontaneity, but we'll survive.
You want us to negotiate for your son's life?
-I miss the old David. -Excuse me?
-David! -There he goes.
I'm prepared to pay you $5000 for delivering the money...
-What do you think that means? -I think it means exactly what it says.
I probably never should have toyed with them the first time.
Over there.
You're supposed to be businesspeople.
-You de-Daved him. -I what?
That is how we answer the phone.
Is there some reason why this morning isn't like every other morning?
I hate to spoil the party, but we have a problem here.
Don't you people have anything better to do?
-Ms. Hayes. -No, thank you.
Mr. Addison. You de-Daved him.
...lo negotiate a lower ransom with your kidnappers.
Now he's like every other Tom, Dave or Harry.
...and Blue Moon Investigations got its social director back.
-Not until you get in this car. -Turn the wheel and hit the brakes!
...and I'm quite willing to pay it.