Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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