Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're lucky I agreed to pose for their front cover.

- Or is she looking to buy? - There's no lease, okay?

- I'm crazy to even think it, right? - Think what?

Thanks for teaching me how to waltz.

- He came to talk. - Yeah?

Why don't you start with one reason. There's gotta be...

There's something else I wanted to talk to you about. What was it?

- This must be a reelection year. - Oh, spare me.

- It was just a kiss. - Okay. So you guys a couple now?

Yeah. Sorry. You know what?

I'm powerless not to talk about it. I tried.

"Do Not Insult Journey. All Right?"

- So she's leaving. - No, she's staying.

Why the hell would you want that?

Come on, man. Her flight leaves soon.

But this is beyond anything that I could have imagined.

- I'm kind of getting the vibe that... - No. Yeah. No.

I know. It's just...

Mr. Nichol, it's time for your speech. Right this way.

Good. You have no idea what Kirsten did the last time I floated such a concept.

Lois Robin's face-lift?

...standing on a coffee cart declaring my love for Summer.

- I should have called first. - I should've called too.

Anna couldn't even say goodbye. She's leaving because of me.

Or any other ladies you plan on having over?

- That's a nice one, sir. - Right here, please. Eyes right here.

- Didn't make the cut? - She's lying.

No. I don't want you to. I'm going to get outside counsel.

- Hi. - This is nice weather we're having.

Do what you like. It's your house. I'm just making a salad.

- Hey, man, where you been? - Theresa's.

That says, "I love you." Then what is that word? "Azerbaijan"? "Aztecs"?

What do you think he's doing right now?

I'm so glad to see it hasn't gone to your head, Cal.

It's gonna be okay.

My beautiful daughter Kirsten, and my favorite...

...we don't have a lot of chemistry.