Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's leaving.
...I'm just gonna to have to wait to hand this to Mr. Addison in person.
She thinks she's staying but she's not staying.
She said no, didn't she?
Yesterday's news, tomorrow's blues. Another notch on history's bedpost.
You snapped.
I admire the way you signal when you change lanes.
-Mr. Viola, how is she? -How should I know?
You will likely suffer a humiliation from which you will never recover.
Here, why don't you sit down on your favourite chair...
She would be one lucky gal to live with a guy like me.
...out there on the firing line, in the dead of night...
The fact is, deep down, I'm insecure...
The days all blur together after a while.
-Monsieur? -Laszlo. Victor Laszlo.
...however remote, that she might reject me.
...would want to live with me.
...valid for major vacation spots all over the world...
You and me both, pal.
Consensus with the guys is Agnes is looking a little restless lately.
Well, Agnes, we can't keep dating forever.
Please, Agnes, please. I was making it all up.
Bert?
-Hypocrite. -Oh, Agnes, be fair.
Agnes, let's get new jobs.
Yeah, we're launching a new life together...
-It's a tree. -And writing a bunch...
Agnes is probably snoring that cute little snore of hers right now.
And I can't help feeling that you and I were brought together...
...and rub warm almond oil all over your body.
Hey.
How many times do you get a chance to say a line like that?
Always say no before the woman can.
...she walks into yours.
Because if you left, I'd never be able to live with myself...
Yes.
I just wish that you didn't feel you had to.
Sam?