Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, let's shake it up.
Can you put your leg behind your ear and scratch where it itches?
Last night, I found myself up to my neck in hot water.
Hundley almost gave you back your shoes...
I never told him about you."
...when they sentenced me to this place.
"You're not his father.
Your mattress has a ditch in it, but then again, they all do.
But from where I was standing, I had a moral obligation to do what I did.
Have you lost your mind?
...are a huge drain on corporate resources.
-Hundley? I'm not Hundley. -Of course not, you're Vanna White.
So how do you like it so far, Mad Dog?
...and bury me in an anthill if she finds out I spilled my guts.
You must be the foreign-exchange prisoners.
She said Mr. Addison hasn't shown up in Chicago.
And when they ain't the same...
Besides, my biological clock is ticking.
None of that matters now.
My name's David Addison. I'm a private investigator.
Lands you in prison every time.
No mints on my pillow?
I just wasn't sure who that someone should be.
Yeah, I was in prison.
Hey, he's down there.
You're gonna love this. Make you feel like a king.
-Live and let live. -Yeah.
Steckler's just trying to keep you out of a wheelchair.
You take a shower once a week and you cut your hair twice a month...