Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Do you crochet? -Never have.
Hold that thought till, say, tomorrow.
-But it's not an aisle, it's a gauntlet. -A gauntlet?
Since the day he walked in, he's done nothing but make me miserable.
-Scram. -Talk.
I don't think I could get through it without you.
David, I'm confused.
I shouldn't be driving. A woman who is eight and a half months pregnant...
Did you know she was pregnant when we were almost getting pregnant?
I think you know the rules.
-Forge what? -A relationship between you and me.
-Boy, when it rains, it pours. -What?
-He's not home. -Not home?
It was the dumbest idea you've ever had.
...and forget all about Mr. Walter Bishop?
-Are you okay? -I'm fine.
No way.
Come on.
Believe me, he was just the best packaged box of corn flakes...
...I wouldn't stand in the way of you boys having a good time.
We're here, in your house, with the rest of our lives ahead of us.
-You still care for him. -No, I don't care for him.
Oh, gosh, I-- Here, sit down, please.
It's all right, don't worry about it. Maddie will understand.
...or embarrassed, I'm an expert.
Get out of where?
Worse for the groom to trip over his pants...
I mean, I'm not certain it's him, but who else could it be?
-You're doing? -Lunch.
I know you're very important to Maddie, and needless to say...
-...to the more formal nuptials. -What he'd say?
I'll wear a dress with a train a mile long.
-Done. How's about this Saturday? -What are you talking about?
...but I consider myself unique in my own way.
Nothing's funny, really. Honestly, nothing is funny.
-About what? -Have I done something wrong?
No, of course you didn't do anything wrong.
We're not on that train anymore.
-I couldn't have said it better myself. -Are you just gonna take this?
He's the hostess with the mostess.
That's what a bachelor party is about, isn't it?
How about you? You a beef person?
Look at Sam: broad shoulders, trim waist, slim hips.
-What else is there to say? -Do you love her?
-May I ask you something? -No.
Look, Maddie, I would have been happy...
You probably haven't eaten all day.
A new way of communicating. What if he was in the next compartment?
Talk? What is there to talk about?
I guess the two of you are still a package deal.
I am not ashamed of him.
...that the Royal Order of the Yellow Napkinheads...
-What are you doing--? -Cutting it close? Fill out this form.
As if the guy was somebody really important...
David will do his best to make this entire affair a public burning.
Well, there you have it.
-David Addison! -That has a nice ring to it.
-Is that a present for Maddie? -Yeah.
-It was my idea. -Your idea?
-What are you talking about? -Never mind.
You did. Want the network to roll the tape back?
How could I expect you to feel sorry for me?
It's actually kind of sad. Nice guy like Wally.
...we're out of here. Come on.
Stay up all night and get really crazy and puke.
Twelve o'clock, St. Germaine, table for two.
Oh, no, no, no, it's not urgent. I really don't wanna disturb him.
So...
How about "Lionel" if it's a boy?