Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm tired of playing by your rules.
-Alex. -Alex what? I'm going to the bathroom.
He's a toad. A clogged pore. Night soil.
It's just fine. I'll tell you what's not fine, though.
I got a pair of cuckold's horns where my future used to be.
You know how it is sometimes, when you try everything you think of...
Maybe she took a cab.
I don't know about that, Bert.
Well, I guess that's all my news.
Alex, stop being so melodramatic.
Someone told me I might find some more rumaki in here.
All you have are your petty, selfish jealousies.
And you are going to do it for him.
Couple of home runs just walked in.
-Hey, Mr. Addison, how are you? -Hi.
-You heard the lady. -Buzz off, bub.
I don't really care.
I'm really not like this. Usually, I'm fun. I think.
This is nothing.
-Right. -Right.
scrutinised? I don't think anybody would come over here to scrutinise.
No, I mean, why tonight? Why not next week?
I want heads down, arms folded. It's quiet time.
Don't worry about me.
It's just that I'm used to you, that's all.
Here's to Kentucky.
I knew she'd run out of heads to hand people in Chicago.
Let's say good night to our hostess and blow this joint.
What are you looking at me like that for?
How could she do this to me?
...or the travel or fatigue.
...with whomever I please.
So, what about you? What's the Maddie Hayes story?
...would want to work it out. To hash it over...
Then they'll have ample opportunity to show us their appreciation.
Then I thought of you.
Mighty slim eavesdropping this side of the tracks lately.
Not even Mr. Addison. Especially not Mr. Addison.
Boy, this water sure is hot.