Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-It's none of your business. -I beg your pardon.
Oh, he sent you in here.
-How are you doing? -Okay.
Did you check under the coffee table in the living room?
...getting shanghaied from a party by a woman like you--
"How's Agnes? How's Bert? How's the office?"
I must be doing my job.
...and buys generic toilet paper.
Hot hors d'oeuvres, anyone?
Excuse me while I procure some more cocktail franks.
...thrusts her body down into the moist sand...
Well, then...
...until I get to the office and then, maybe when I get there...
Now we'll see who the squirt is, bucko.
-To the hunt. -To the hunt.
-What's your poison? -Mineral water's fine.
Or seductive.
-What? -Body language.
She's a terrific woman, sir.
...that's what doctors do."
Goodbye.
Hope you wore clean underwear, Bertie.
I snapped seven wishbones last week.
The man is a philandering, womanizing glutton...
I'm much better, it was a mustard-gas factory.
Unless you're chicken.
I hate to sound like a doctor...
...on the sheik and me.
How?
-Oh, my goodness. -Now, now, none of them bite.
I just found out I'm pregnant.
-The windy city. -It's not that windy.
...hollering, slamming doors, just like she never left.
Oh, the doctor.
Okay, Maddie?
All right.
-Thanks. I don't want to intrude. -I won't take no for an answer.
...lo make something happen, only nothing you try works...
Do you like to drive fast? Is there a radio?
A cold-blooded killing machine.
What do you mean by "some woman thing"?
We're not exactly the hot-tub crowd, but your old dad here...
Well, maybe Miss Hayes can teach you how to put on makeup.
And he says, "To help people?" And he kind of laughs, and he says:
It's that lizard, MacGilicuddy. That satyr, that one-eyed Jack.