Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm working on that, but I'm here now.
-...tells you I'm not a good lover. -You're an okay lover.
Betty, will you excuse us for just a moment, please?
The truth is I would've been on time if my cab hadn't got in a wreck.
It's the furthest thing from a no big deal, it's trivial.
That's your trouble, David. You think hot sex cures everything.
-Where did you dig up this bulldog? -Oh, now just stop it.
Did a pretty good little job acting up there in the office.
A man buys a gift to show his appreciation...
I don't know.
No, I can talk to Betty. You should take a spin in your new toy.
You of all people deserve to know the truth.
-I understand you. -Good.
Yeah, my money.
Mostly I'm busy at the office, but every now and then.
Your client pleads irreconcilable differences...
The whole point of dating is disinformation.
-I mean the car. -Oh, fine.
The kissing. I was talking off the top of my head.
When it comes to finances, you're a nitwit.
Even got an AM radio.
You're in the way.
-Unsullied, unknown. -A virgin.
An attorney, the one I told you about.
I understand. I don't agree, but I understand.
I'm not sure I understand how.
There has to be or you wouldn't have said it.
If my life gets any more interesting, they'll have to chain me and give tours.
-I don't throw money around. -Neither do I.
-How does it feel? -Clammy, I hope.
-Well, he was wrong. -Oh, Lydia.
Varsity.
-You don't drive a car like that. -Why not?
David, you didn't.
-April 9th. -November 27th, me and Jimi Hendrix.
Someplace where I could make a difference.
Run away. Don't mind watching the store at all.
Yo, Burt.
The bar on the corner of 23rd and Del Fuego.
I left them rolling around in the grease.
What is going on?
But in the heat of battle, I guess I chose not to notice.
...and I will have to live with the knowledge...
See you upstairs.
They're cute, but hard to breed.
I'd like know what reason you have for thinking I'm not generous.
...you do not know how to enjoy the fruits of your labour.