Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You don‘t have to whisper. Everybody knows.
Thanks to my experience as pickup—sticks champion ofsouthern Maine.
Good morning, Frank.
Last night, they filled a bucket with gin...
Come on, you little bugger.
/ 7/ see you.
No, thanks, Mr. Wisenheimer.
— She really simmers, our Hot Lips. —You call her Hot Lips?
— Yeah, keys in the desk. — Thankyou.
I‘m here as a woman...
Me.
Thankyou!
The ambulance is right outside, sir.
Fine. Carry on, Lieutenant.
Taking care ofyour outfit is a bit like making a house call...
Oh, Margaret.
Hey, Frank.
Take it easy, Frank. You‘re getting yourselfinto a lather.
But inside that colonel, there‘s a private...
Was.
Buzz, uh, where are you going?
Terrific.
Guess what he broke.
—just trying to brighten things up. — Brighten things up?
With an extension ofthe femoral vessels resulting in a pulmonary embolism.
— We got us a real ringbanger here. — A what banger?
— |fyou‘re unhappy, examine Brighton. —I can?
Yes, sir.
|twas a hell ofa way to take out her adenoids.