Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maddie, hold on just a second. Now, calm down. Calm down.
No husband, you were desperate.
And I thought I'd found a way to stop all that.
-I was not desperate. -What, the conductor too old?
The stripper that I booked called in sick an hour ago.
I know I made some mistakes.
I don't know what he'll do, but I guarantee...
Look, I know that this is very awkward, it's....
Into this holy union--
to throw monkey wrenches into my peace and sanity.
I gave it dimensions.
It just doesn't make any sense.
-Come on. -Come on, what?
Thank you for coming.
Lionel Knowles.
I could have done that for myself.
This is not a bachelor party they're offering.
Snagged them all.
The Walter Bishop?
Not capital H "him." Miss Hayes' "him." Walter Bishop, I think.
Who is that woman and what is going on?
Walter, his name is Walter.
Yes.
Who's she marrying?
I can't believe my own husband wants to get married to me.
Two men leaving one woman on her wedding day.
-Doing fine. Maintain her breathing. -All right.
-I talk, he listens. -How'd you meet? Next compartment?
I've already met his dream date.
Yo.
Of course. Why shouldn't I want everyone to meet him?
-This chair is wonderful, Walter. -Good.
-You quit smoking? -No, Mr. Addison.
Hey, everybody circle next Saturday. I'm throwing a wedding for Maddie.
This is a ticket to your own lynching. You can't go with David.
...but I would really hope that you and I could forge a relationship.
Well, I completely understand.
-With? -Someone.
Wait, wait. Oh, wait, wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-You're 180-proof hung-over. -I'm fine.
-What's that? -Well, this.
He's the hostess with the mostest