Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Isn't it funny the way ideas just kind of pop into my head out of nowhere sometimes?

My escort days are over.

I think maybe she has a thing for him.

Partly because of his disposition and partly because I've yet to feed him.

Geez, I've never seen so much crap in all my life.

Hold on, you old hammered wench.

I don't have a daughter.

No wonder you never came to visit.

I wouldn't wish that job on a corpse.

I am Christopher Peterson, escort extraordinaire, here to escort your lovely daughter to the theater and present her with this complimentary pumpkin.

Gosh, she was unstoppable.

It's a whole cigarette here.

And may I add that your perfume is quite pleasant and doesn't in the least bit smell like stagnant dishwater.

Everyone, under your dates!

Oh, this is Nancy.

It's just that the fizz had gone out of our bedroom lately.

Um, Equus starring Max Baer Jr.

Do you have any openings for me this week?

Margaret, do you have an appreciation for the fine art of dance?

It's the perfect relationship.

It's me you'll be accompanying to the theater.

Look with your eyes, not with your hands, okay?

You were referred to me by the local escort service.

I said I won't see her again.

Because I've been in the hospital.

Won't you accept this pumpkin as a prelude to our lovely evening together?

This fat ball of fur has been providing a very important service to your wife here for the past week.

Who could it be?