Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think we're finished with the scrapbook, Marion.
Later.
Mom, it goes:
And maybe the kids will change things.
- Daddy, why did he do that? - I knew he would run out on you,
- along with your appreciation, right? - Oh, right, of course.
You've said enough, Howard. Good night.
Well, isn't that nice? You'd be neighbours.
- Mr. Cunningham. - Mr. Davis.
- Or out of my race range. - There must be something we can do.
Well, maybe it was this time,
And there she is again alone...
- You're lying, aren't you? - Yeah.
Oh, sit down, everybody. There's been a slight delay.
Who said I was apologising?
Howard, I'm not prejudiced.
No, no, thank you.
You know, Marion, Fred thought I was in the hospital
And when they come to me, I don't look at the colour,
called "Favourite Recipes of Hollywood Wives."
I mean, I'll take any guy as long as he's cool, right?
Oh, no, I collect heads and actually shrink them.
A craft handed down to me by my great uncle Nat King Kong.
Oh, where's that delivery boy from the market?
- and vice versa, if you get my drift. - Yeah. Yeah.