Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I'll tell you something, I have wasted way too much time on you.
...it's nothing personal, but I'd really like to be alone...
Because I don't trust how you'll ask her.
-What's the crime? -The crime?
Could you bring us two more of these, please? And keep the change.
Chicken livers. I don't have to eat them.
Oh, so stop it, both of you.
Well, it's not exactly Woodstock out there, is it?
Please wait for the beep and state your manifesto.
Move over.
I was pretty bitter at first, but then I remembered...
Where are you hiding?
Keep it up, pal, you'll be spitting Chiclets.
God, this is embarrassing. You don't even know me.
Not now.
...you nod at them over the top of your highball glass.
And maybe what is bothering her is something...
...and then, you get to feel like....
Hello, Mr. Addison. Leonard Haven...
Don't hang up, Maddie.
...0h, spur-of-the-moment sort of get-together around here?
...but it's how I feel.
And for two weeks, I've watched that man reach out to you...
Maddie, it's Dirty Dave. FYI, yours truly...
Move over.
So I guess I'll say....
You're not Miss Hayes.
Well, a little help from King William.
I am not angry with you.
...I'd be the luckiest man in the world.
May I have some privacy, please?
Not to worry, Bert.