Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and this optical migraine you call a business suit. It's about--
♪ They don't bark and they don't bite ♪
Dad, his story's baloney. He probably doesn't even have a son.
But they'll make me partner in two years.
- He's in a meeting. - A meeting?
Call it a momentary lapse of reason.
I'm sorry to bother you folks. I'm gonna get out of here. I'm gonna--
Good night. No, you try. Backwards.
Dad, it's a rip-off, just like that bum from last week.
This is not a conversation I ever thought I would have in my career.
Maybe it's just a spark plug. I got a box of plugs back in the stockroom.
- Should be getting their offer tomorrow. - That's fantastic.
Let's go with, "It is with a heavy heart."
Dump it on the side of the road. That's where I got it in the first place.
♪ Everybody's dancing in the moonlight ♪♪
I just didn't realise how unhappy you were here.
- You wanna ride together? - No, I'll follow you over.
You're talking to a guy who lived in the back of a nail salon.
Just not as a law partner.
Mesa Verde signed with you, didn't they?
You do things your way, and I do them mine.
Like they say, discretion is the better part of valour.
Now, I read somewhere that the Santa Fe watershed...