Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, he ain't pretty no more.
No, not at all.
Boy, I made some quick cash.
A service you obviously haven't been able to provide.
You got that bike chain grease all over my evening gown.
That's no robot.
No, I'm talking about this rancid salami.
The idea just popped into my head this morning while I was lacing up my underwear.
You know, kid, this whole thing is starting to nauseate me.
Excuse me, my lovely date seems to be requesting my presence.
You know, whoever designed this coat really had their finger on the pulse of the working man.
Let's book.
Yeah, I get to know what you mean.
I'll have to remember that.
Cool.
Gus, that's the difference between you and me.
Well, you know, uh, I'm sorry if I seem just a tad remiss in my duties, but I gotta tell you, your excessive age knocked my ass out of whack there.
Unlike the shallowness of spending an evening with a gorgeous, empty-headed, centerfold type.
What?
My favorite record of all time!
Oh, it turned me on.
My pleasure.
Now face north, think about direction, wonder why you have it now Stand in the place where you were, now face west Think about the place where you live, wonder why you have it now Stand in the place where you live, now face north Think about direction, wonder why you have it now Stand in the place where you were, now face west
Sometimes she likes me to be Chuck Connors.
A real man knows when to quit.