Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know.
You learn to think pretty clearly when the only thing standing...
Yes, well, it seems that Laszlo is coming here to meet someone.
Next thing you know, you'll be living in a refrigerator carton somewhere.
-Coward. -That's pretty fair.
I told you I wanted to live with you.
...I think we should move in together.
-Where's Agnes? -In the bathroom.
All right, look, can we just skip the nightly routine, please?
...and never show my face around here again.
Agnes say no?
You gotta trust me, Bert.
Welcome to Bert's Cafe Americaine.
And because I've said it, she won't say no.
We're not French. The French are rude.
Great. Fantastic.
Why, Agnes. Hello.
It means that we're approaching the end of another chapter, Sam.
The truth is, the ball's in her court now.
A hero who by comparison makes other heroes seem un-heroic.
Yes, I'm not saying no.
What a woman.
I've always preferred the parallel kind myself.
You look like hell. You should get more sleep.
A hero of global proportions.
...where I've become a laughingstock.
Of course, dear, for trust is the key to any relationship.
You've got to give me another chance. Who cares about France?
...I've had some time to think these past nights.
Ramone.
Maybe it's because she doesn't know.
...the isolation.
Wanna walk me out?
-Where's Agnes? -Dentist.
-Jealous, MacGilicuddy? -Oh, yeah.
Agnes and I are moving in together.
The kind of lady that only someone like him would travel with.
...and a time for listening.
-Really? -Really.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Maybe we'll see each other again.
A pet name, sweetheart.