Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You know her? -Not exactly.

Nipped, snipped, tucked, sculpted, tailored.

Can I take a rain cheque?

An old wives tale, but you've got a great look.

I was invisible.

I didn't mean to snap at you.

-What was that? -Still got eyes, a nose, and a mouth?

Watch it, chop-top. Get rid of that thing, will you?

Car pool would be the civic-minded to do.

-But do I have the time or interest? -No?

I generally don't dance with men. In your case, I may make an exception.

We were just out getting our dog spayed.

I wonder why Mr. Hunziger insisted we come to the house?

"What you are about to see is the truth.

Particularly, the beautiful ones.

...he likes to stay home boiling his own underwear.

A lot of anger for one so petite.

Follow them. Document everything that they do.

...is little more than a vaguely unpleasant afterthought...

He's talking about that woman like she's putty.

You really think so after all these years?

I used to be three-feet tall and have freckles and a cowlick.

Why, you know, I like this case already.

-Is that his problem? -No.

I'm very attached to my beard.

It's gonna take more than some clown with a dickey to make me squeamish.

An experiment that went wrong, while he pursues his true passion.

Three years ago, I had plastic surgery.

...that you don't like having your pantyhose shredded anymore than I do.

Don't tell me what I don't wanna do.

...but the slightest glimmer of interest from a woman...

-Hot Sushi Girls. -That doggone Fast Eddie.

One hundred percent man-made.

...but doing this gives me the creeps.

Hey, you don't understand.

Me and the missus just came down from Bakersfield.

You've got nothing to worry about.

David decides to have this cellular phone for stakeouts...

But the point is, what if I weighed twice as much and was half as tall?

-You know what I think? -Usually.

I was just about to bid sayonara to my beard.

What do you say?

I don't know how to tell that man that his wife is cheating on him...

Don't give yourself credit.

-Would you like to join me? -I'm brown-bagging it today.

But if you believe that I've been wronged by this man...

Now, what I want from you is concrete evidence...

This is beauty night.

I think this hits you where it hurts: your vanity.