Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Promises have been made, oaths taken.
-Agnes, what are you upset about? -You know why I'm upset.
Yeah, we're gonna have them fixed up as good as new.
But I says, live and let live.
Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't go into his office...
And I'm gonna show you how, so listen up.
I had to get up in the middle of the night.
From now on, I've got my anger to keep me warm.
-David, David Addison. -How are you?
My job's simple.
Not even Mr. Addison?
Leave it. It'll probably tighten your pores.
Is it true you played tetherball with that parole officer's head?
...and drool a whole bibful about the baby.
You tell him.
-That's right, you tell him. -Did a nice job with it too.
Unless you want your grandchildren to grow up eating soy burgers...
I can't get a flight out of this place...
When I want something, it means...
Name's Arnie Steckler.
Look, what's this? Some fresh meat.
Do you understand?
I don't care what you did to 13 babysitters.
-It was dark. -We're dead.
It's a living hell.
"Prison?"
...and I know what he was flapping his wings about.
She told me not to lose any sleep over it.
No, Miss Hay--
I just found out I'm pregnant.
I take it you stayed for the whole game?
And Miss Hayes will never be able to trust me.
-Fair to whom? -The love child, that's who.
Pick up the phone, call the airline, ask for the supervisor.
-Listen to the same radio stations. -Look, you know my motto, Mad Dog.
Trying to cut down.
She told me.
You never told him about me?