Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, uh, at the risk of starting the day off on a rather ugly note, may I kindly inquire, did someone kill a skunk in here?

Oh, my first escort job.

For some reason, I'm on the verge of tears.

Well, that turned out to be an enjoyable evening after all, didn't it?

Asbestos contacts.

Yeah, I think they call that neurological damage.

Boy, they really did a number on you, kid.

Otherwise, you'd never get out.

Always whining, always wanting something, always urinating on the newspaper.

Gus, what are you talking about?

How many records did this Tchaikovsky idiot put out anyway?

No, I'll be right over.

Hey, pal, I happen to think that spending an evening with an older woman can be a rich and rewarding experience, okay?

You know, I am more convinced than ever that this broad is rotting your brain.

Yeah, it wasn't half bad.

I was just starting to work up a sweat.

Geez, what kind of medication did they give you in that hospital?