Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, let's get some sleep.
- Well, I wonder who that can be. - It's probably Potsie.
But I did see a house on the block that I might buy.
There she goes, sounding like a wife already. Excuse me.
When I was a kid in the '30s, things were terrible.
Give me your answer in the morning, okay?
He ain't no Mitch Miller, I'll tell you that.
I think we're losing them.
and in-laws and stuff. I mean, all those people.
And he didn't tell me until we were leaving
- Thank you for all the help, Richard. - Oh, Fonzie, your $5.
- All right, folks. - Everybody, back to your places.
- How do you do? - This is Fred Washington.
Just some nurse, Marion, I don't remember her name.
No, it was Liz.
I just wanted to let you know that your police force is on its toes.
Oh, no, sir.
Well, that was different.
but I've heard that one before.
Marion, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.
Just an excuse for bigotry.
I'll understand if you have any reservations.
How do you like the wedding so far?
The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands,
- Boy, I just can't believe it. - Yeah, neither can I.
You gonna have a house full of people. Negro people.
They can't keep holding them together like that. Come on.
Maybe we'll even be neighbours someday, huh?
All that talk about feeling out of place. That's just an excuse, Marion.