Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

"Do Not Insult Journey. All Right?"

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

Why the hell would you want that?

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

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

What do you think he's doing right now?

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

Come on, man. Her flight leaves soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for teaching me how to waltz.

I know. It's just...

It's gonna be okay.

But this is beyond anything that I could have imagined.

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

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

Or any other ladies you plan on having over?

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

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

Lois Robin's face-lift?

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

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

- He came to talk. - Yeah?

Yeah. Sorry. You know what?

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

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

My beautiful daughter Kirsten, and my favorite...