Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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