Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me.
Yeah. It has been linked to higher intelligence...
-You could have hurt somebody. -Sorry.
No, I'm sorry that room's reserved.
But the man she's seeing is Dr. Brill.
Agnes...
Wait, what about this justice you were talking about...
See, you start out watching Hot Sushi Girls.
Two is my lucky number.
...but I fell in love with Simon anyway.
This from a woman who used to primp?
-Are you hitting on me? -Yeah.
-We don't know what we're asked to do. -Makes it more interesting.
Those great looking guys blasted out of hunks of rock?
Even David Addison has to get standards sooner or later.
...was simply too tempting to resist.
-Really? -Yeah.
So, what's the diagnosis?
I just don't know how to give this guy any more bad news.
Well, next time I'm working...
-Dead? -Really dead.
We'll both go and tell him, but I just feel terrible.
-Not exactly a new story. -No.
...to insulate us from life's less pleasant realities.
O'Neal, Jurgenson.
Wow, video clients, a new frontier.
No, but I wish it were.
Everybody has something that sets their teeth on edge.
Whoops! I’m Okay. Meow Too!
The doctor is with a patient right now.
Unfortunately, Father Time plays favorites.
I gave him a discount because it only had two beans.
There's no spurned lover, no jealous husband, no obsessive mistress.
-...you shush him? -David, please be quiet.
-That rug burn Agnes is sporting? -That's none of your business.
Maybe the person he works for is just shy.
You were involved with Dave-a-roony for a minute.
...I don't know exactly.
We come to the right place, Mildred.
...but I wouldn't worry if I were you.
I had to straight shot down the corridor into the office.
Really? I'd love to come see your act sometime.
-l wanna hear this man out. -No, you don't.
Oh, Kooky.
You're much better at breaking hearts.
I'll go and tell Hunziger his case looks promising.
Didn't get into Yale.
Here, hold this.