Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's quitting time. We're going to lunch.
Count to a 100.
Good. Excellent attitude. And you're beautiful.
And neither should you.
When I was going through my wardrobe
Define silly.
It's a fairy tale.
I'd know.
Don't you like it?
You told Robert we were going to the club.
And she explained everything.
Modern marriage thrives on mutual deception.
an erotic language between men an women.
And the women are always so fleshy!
Friends will stop calling.
I can't help seeing him.
Women.
Women inspire us to great things.
What you did is your mistake.
I must have picked up Mrs Windemere's by mistake.
Don't compare yourself.
Oh, lucky blighter!
Huge feet. Pontoons.
it's wipe the slate. Clean start.
Maybe you should take off your ring.
She and I, we... understand each other.
Mario?
Poor little Meg, she's so sweet.
If a woman placed it on her breast like this, it meant "I love you".
Thank you.
Close your eyes.
- Why should I believe you? - Don't believe me, believe him.
Food is the rock...
I came to make sure you got home safely.
For one night I thought you were in love with another man.
when we could be squashed between Lord Tubby and Cecil the Scintillating...
You're a very nice man.
Though I will say Mrs Erlynne's damn fascinating. Hard to resist, but...
You said yourself, there's no forgiving a man who betrays his wife.
This ways, Mrs Erlynne.
Why, what do they say about me?
and degrade the mind.
Try the bar.
than those of her own species, and the widow Plymdale...
I was right.
It's your father, Mr Windemere.
Or I would never tolerate him.
Some people might.
Mrs Windemere and Mrs Erlynne...
Robert always gives everybody the benefit of the doubt.
In twenty?
Robert.
where you can't open a window.
No, no, I remember.
I suppose this'll be the last party of the season.
My whole life, I've wanted to be like her.
- Thank you. - Just so you know, I meant every one.
Your friends can always do that.
- Bloody hell! - You better put some ice on that.
with an international playboy? Do I think you're stupid?
Girls begin by loving their mothers. But as they grow they judge us.
I suppose it's certainly immodest.
If you're here to tell her who you are...