Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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