Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-There goes that imagination again. -Oh, come on, Miss Hayes.
So he did what he could to impress you.
In the first place, what is The Duchess?
Well, we're in the middle of a parking lot.
...a lady whose bottom line never sags...
You wanna think about?
But me? I'm a natural-born coward.
Run!
Charles, I want you to have it.
Cold as hell.
It wasn't the commercials.
Hey, lady, you can't take that.
My God, Phillip.
Somewhere out there is a happy hour with our name on it.
-He is? -We got my main potato, Ferguson...
-What does it mean? -The portrait is of you. You tell me.
It was a portrait of me.
...why is it I'm always the one to get messed up?
My client isn't answering your questions.
...with hostels, French bread, the backpacks.
...if it's to be you two and me...
-Feets of Fury? -Sure, sequel to Fingers of Fury.
-David? -I'm no good at this!
...and Charles is arrested...
-Any idea what he's looking for? -A clue.
-Animal thing. -Little cat, big eyes?
Maddie, you didn't even know the man.
It was you.
...probably end up hanging over somebody's bar...
Hey, I know her.
I know in my heart why Phillip Wright painted that portrait of me.
Hey, hold it, hold it! Come on, man!
But I'm curator...
-Sorry I'm late. -You realize how worried we've been?
...combing the mail-order catalogue.
-You're guilt-free. -I'm talking about romance...
What the hell are you doing out here?
You didn't say you lived with anybody.
-David. -Maddie, I'm half serious.
An animal thing, a vegetable thing or a mineral thing?
Two guys, in the City of Lights, alone.
-I guess that's that. -I guess that's that.
-Is it here? -Well, no.
What are you saying?
What a kidder. What money? You know what money. Our money.
I found it!
Could be. Who knows?