Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

At least for you, Dad.
I'm not paying you $4 an hour just to sit around and look beautiful.
Do you know that I've dreamed of owning a coat like this ever since nursery school?
Geez, it's a wig.
Free speech for all.
Well, at least it's out of your system now and we can talk about this like two rational human beings.
Good God, this place looks like a Mexican pawn shop.
The Russians have invaded America with special robots!
Why, yes, I do.
He's off, isn't he?
Oh, baby, I am gonna sex you up something awful tonight.
Tony, kid, get out of this now, before it blows up in your face.
Well, madam, allow me to thank you the way you've taught me to thank you.
Anything for you, my love.
There you are, can't you stand?
I'm sorry, I'm just one of those guys that gags at the drop of a hat.
Oh, don't be offended, Chris.
He's just a fat, stupid-looking ball of fur.
I've ruined a dozen evening gowns that way.
Well, you do have a certain quirky, goony, misshapen quality about you.
Yeah, well, what are we supposed to do now, make out?
Just a cheap, tawdry, sweet-smelling whore.
Bravo!
Neither did the rest of the audience.
It's a good one tonight.
Who?
Hey, that's a pet.