Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Seen him?
-And help you when you get in a jam. -One. Two.
I love her.
Excuse us for a minute, please?
...as far as brothers go I'm pretty lame, huh?
Her and a movie star, I can understand, but why me?
McCabe.
...where models got paid to do more than photo spreads.
Hold it. Hold it.
You're a pretty good dancer. I taught him everything he knows.
We looked up your address in one of those backward books.
You and me, big church wedding. We open up a restaurant.
And I do mean ear full.
-I'll talk with Ritchie. -Don't tell him.
-I need a favour, Dave. -No. Pass.
I'll drop you off, change, cab over to the restaurant.
But she would definitely oppose that idea from beyond the grave.
Well, he liked the blonde in the picture a lot.
-Are you off duty too? -Wait a minute.
Hey, who was it that promised he'd get your money back?
Well, there's no such thing as a free lunch and I have dinner plans.
Thanksgiving dinners tend to be more sane...
I met her a couple of weeks ago. I'll tell you one thing, she's a keeper.
Not on 72 G's. It keep you in snails for about a year, max.
These people set you up, Richie.
He said you were interested in working with my client.
-I'm Claudette. -I'm Dave.
-But look-- -Thanks a lot.
I understand you're a professional.
...but they never did.
That will grind you down.
You're one big knot.
-Like you just talked. -Why not?
-I don't disagree. -What does that mean, you do agree?
Eddie Skins, Eddie Skins, personal management.
-Richie. -What?
You just gotta change your mind.
Why don't you take a swipe at the lower than my lower lumbar?
Excuse me.
-You are sometimes. -I'm the most approachable guy I know.
Hey, come on.
...about the move to Sunday night?
Well, a fruit basket would have done just fine.
I just keep trying to convince myself that things happen for a reason.
-Let him walk and talk. -This is more than a restaurant.
Nobody borrowed stuff, lost it.