Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Are you fine? -Yeah, I'm fine.
Why do I even bother listening to my messages?
Since then, I've tried to convince him to tell me about her...
What do we do, trade in the red-hot tempers for a white picket fence?
Right in the old noggaroo, which is where it ought to stay.
When you jumped out of that cake and sang like Marilyn Monroe...
What's the point of loving her if he can't be with her?
-That's never been a problem for us. -Go on, please.
Hello. Now, I know you're out there looking at your watch...
There's really no other way out.
Who's gonna win the World Series?
-Probably not. -Course not.
Or are you gonna try to use Terri as an excuse again?
I know, I know, I gotta do something to stop her.
-Terri. -Yeah?
I can't tell you how many accounts he's lost.
What?
We can only speak when somebody writes stuff for us to say...
You know, being married to you was the greatest two weeks of my life.
Then the lovesick John Wicklow would be found dead...
Three hundred and seventy-two dollars and thirty-eight cents...
You don't take a $3 million pair of diamond-studded paperweights...
-What's what? -Doesn't look good.
...you just seem like you're not there.
As tired as you are, David.
Alvin and the Chipmunks get back together?
Well, kind of wanted the bambino to start out in the penthouse.
...which I heard was pretty cool.
Not to mention sustaining a business...
Not a thing.
I wouldn't feel right.
No, I don't wanna throw a lamp. Besides, you'd just laugh at me.
-David. -What, Maddie?