Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Blanche, I'm not the only woman in Miami without a date.
Blanche. I could never dress the way you do.
That's not what I meant.
Come on, Blanche. Let's go confess to Rose and beg her forgiveness.
Don't be too tough on her. Look how great you turned out.
Rose, please come out and talk to us.
Rose, I need to borrow a silk scarf tonight.
Rose, exactly what did he say when you called him?
He sounds kinda cute, Ma. Why are you avoiding him?
and that's the end of Isaac Newton.
Come on, Rose. Don't let this bother you. You'll date again.
You're remarkable, Isaac. All this and citrus farming, too.
since I was rejected by Uncle Sam.
Good evening. Wilfred Whitney Cheswick here.
Lord Byron writes poems. We just copy them onto loose-leaf paper.
We both love all dairy foods,
Isaac, this is where ladies go to the bathroom.
Besides, I have to wear undies.
But if anybody cute asks me to dance, make yourself scarce.
- You're kidding. - And it's the sweetest letter.
I guess I shouldn't push it.
That relationship might have a future.
He's reasonably good-Iooking; he drives a new Buick Riviera;
- No. Leave me alone. - We'll just be a second.
Thank You Sweet jesus! it's a miracle...
I looked through all the phone books,
- See what I mean? - Listen, Rose.
not to take advantage of you.
- Excuse me? - Isaac, from the personals.