Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Halt halt right there! Stop! Please back off of my breast
Turns out Nathan Kraft isn't the only name on Joleen's dance card.
Nothing's more important than Blue Moon.
Mr. Addison, you gotta do something.
-It wouldn't do any harm if I spoke-- -Please, trust me.
I've left Miss Hayes out because the risk could frighten her.
If you'd show up earlier...
Really, it isn't that important how somebody kisses.
This is no...and if you don't hurry, this is gonna be a:
-Not talking. -They have nothing in common.
What?
-My marriage counsellor-- -Now, the offer is fair.
And wind up doing one of those scenes where we disagree and talk fast?
How's Lydia supposed to maintain her lifestyle on this figure?
I called Betty's office. She's stuck in court.
Right away.
-I admire your candour, Mister...? -Addison. David Addison.
Before we take a job crowbarring relationships, we should talk.
It is pretty peppy.
...for this line of questioning. It's argumentative, insulting...
Women, mostly.
I mean, he's older, a man of the world.
Okay, maybe I'm not the most generous person in the world.
I have never had anything like this.
Who do you think you are, ordering me around like that?
Just Friday afternoon I met Bill out at the beach house.
I'm a little concerned about your new car.
Nothing to be ashamed about.
-Mrs. Kraft must be built like a brick. -David.
-David. -Holy cow, how did that get back there?
Do you think he knew? I don't think he knew.
A trip to the little boy's room, a glance at the Sports page.
-I know what you want and-- -Why don't you shut up?
They didn't steal the car?
-Nathan, this was your idea. -Maybe.
What happened to your car? It's been in the shop since I met you--