Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and he didn't believe me!
I know.
He says, "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm the only one here.
No more men? My God, I would die. I would just die.
- You tell the truth. - Well, I can't tell her the truth.
"Oh, he's dead. Wrong way driver hit him head-on.
Well, I know you blame yourself for Al's death.
...with her own sister...
Didn't you see your husband when he was dead?
Arnie... I slept with him.
- Morning, Sophia. - Morning.
Last night, Al had a heart attack and died.
I mean... dirty talk.
Al... the big jerk.
She was a neighbor of ours.
Oh, no. I can't go in there. I have a thing against dead people.
What am I gonna do? I can't tell her her husband died in my bed.
I sat there at two in the morning,
- A joke. - That's a terrible joke!
I guess we're doomed.
If I keep talking, it isn't true.
- Of what, honey? - My new dress.
Mm-hmm, and she'll say, "Why, that dirty rat. I will kill him."
- You like square dancing. - No, thanks.
"...and that looks like bits of Joe's arms...
He-He's shy. He's very shy.
Well, maybe that's it. They have to do it all.
You didn't!
You could be watching a perfectly lovely story about Central America,
We had a neighbor in Minnesota who killed her husband.
Oh, Mrs. Beatty, I'm so very, very sorry.
- Why? - I'm afraid. You go.