Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You didn't kill him.
It doesn't matter what's on the outside.
I'll take his cash, he can have all the women he wants.
Are you saying I have to move to France?
How do we know she's a patient and not a friend?
Somebody else has gotta clean the sheets.
My name is Leslie Hunziger.
No.
No, thanks, Kooky, diet and exercise. That's the key.
-...if you hadn't lucked out in the face. -You don't stop clocks yourself.
You'll do fine. As a matter of fact, why don't I wait in the bathroom?
-What's that? -We don't have drapes, just blinds.
-Room 213. -Thirteen?
But there are reasons known only to myself...
I've wanted to meet you face-to-face, or an approximation thereof.
They're probably not as nervous as I am.
...is like an unripe peach.
Can you imagine the unnecessary surgery he'd have tried to push on me?
Each beautiful in its own way.
-Really? -I had to let them down easy.
Yeah. I got him right in that little caraway seed he calls a heart.
Yeah, right up there with "Boy eats other foot, slays self."
But, Mr. Hunziger--
You could lose 170 pounds fast.
Vixen, you. You minx.
Kooky, my good man, is the count in?
-He's dead wrong. -I didn't say it was a man.
I can't believe that man could act so unethically.
-You. -We just decided on you.
A comedian? I knew it. I had a feeling.
David, why don't you just go up to her door...
Oh, get down. Oh, look out.
I was looking for Brill.
You were high-strung, overdressed, over-bred.
Perhaps.
...have some extremely important business to attend to.
Come out, come out wherever you are.
I like my blondes on the half shell.
I can't see going out with somebody that wasn't biodegradable.
Stores his precious bodily fluids in mayonnaise jars.
I can't understand it. I'm usually a better judge of character.