Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yes. Well...

Woody, they stand behind The curtain laughing And giggling,

If certain gentlemen

But it's not necessary. I'm fine.

Houses have karmas.

Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!

Hey, hey, keep Your grubby fingers Off my piece there.

Well, i'm having A little beer And a little pizza

How do you know that, Mr. Clavin?

I hate anchovies.

They're going To drag us back down To the grave with them!

Well, i guess it's just The two of us, huh?

And lie down in Naked anytime You want?

You know, uh...

The sounds Are very similar.

Then again, they may not--

Fine. Just great.

[Telephone rings] What was that?

But she has A right to know.

Thank you, thank you!

* Our troubles Are all the same *

* You wanna be *

Oh, boy, what a good, Gracious afternoon

[Rattle, roar, bang]

Don't you think There's somebody else

Have you checked out The rest of the place yet?

You really think I should?