Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If I wanted to be badgered, I'd go to L.A.
Mr. Addison, I am totally unprepared for this.
Honey, this is not a croquet match...
But you can't or you won't, and that's just fine.
...because guess what? I'm making you dinner.
Excuse me for barging in like this...
...thanks for being here.
So saw my hands off.
I don't care.
Delicious. What is it?
Say, sir.
Oh, no, no, just wanted to wait around, say good morning to you.
...50 you don't have to write your number on a cocktail napkin.
And you'll know most of the people, the Somburrs, the Overmeyers.
I'll get it.
Nothing's bothering me. What makes you think something's bothering me?
...0N some grunion run.
For goodness sake, Ginny, it's 2:00 in the morning.
Not this way.
Well, the bar is over there, and I'll fire up the Jacuzzi.
The way they wash up onto the beach...
Fish in a barrel, Bertie. Fish in a barrel.
...or turned her lights on, and that's a dead giveaway to burglars.
I'm Steve Hill, new neighbour.
-Help me turn the mattress around. -What?
Go ahead, joke. Who cares?
I never have to know anything about what's been going on here.
...that we have fallen in with the clothing-optional crowd.
Sure, I got a radio.
I had to tell somebody.
And a couple days ago, I came home from work and the door was open.
Could you spare some change?
Okay, so maybe things haven't been so great between us lately.
-...right into the hole for an eagle. -Nice shot.
I'll try one of those.
-You really think so? -By my mother's pot roast.
-Is something the matter? -No.
-Says you. -Says me.
Yeah, it would have been, except it wasn't my ball.