Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That was when I met Joleen, his 21-year-old receptionist...

-Damn Bill Raymond. -Stop it.

As your investment counsellor...

I'd like to call Mrs. Lydia Kraft to the stand, please.

You didn't have to.

You can tell everything about a person first time you meet.

-Got it? -Got it.

They'll have my blessings...

I know I know that man.

It's also the best place to look when you're not listening.

I mean, how did you pay for these?

Thank you, sir, I'd rather stand.

Because they're not screaming like most couples--?

...understands the purpose of what seems to us...

See this smile?

David, are you all right?

I just wanna make sure that we're doing the right thing here.

You must mean okay like A-OK, right?

-Everything, really? -No. Well, of course, there a few things.

God. I'm sorry, sir, I wasn't thinking.

...I took the proverbial hard long look at my life...

It'd be like squeezing toothpaste back into the tube.

-Why were you in a cab? -You ever try handling a rickshaw?

I want you to help me put that marriage back together.

Burning, singing in the sunshine

This from Ms. Chapter 11.

Miss Lamont, would you characterise that as a duo-directional lipus-lockus?

If I'd known, I would've done this a long time ago.

-Of course. -Have a seat or something.

Business seems to be picking up. She wanted to offer us a raise.

-No arguing? -No complaining.

Well, it is an effective treatment for localised high blood pressure in males.

The dog ate your homework. Cabs don't get in wrecks.