Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, where you been Mr. Jefferson?
Oh, but I just love hard work.
How about some eggs and cereal and pancakes?
No.
It ain't a woman's job.
Black Male Chauvinist Pig.
Well, I would have been finished a long time ago
going "Whooo, whooo, whooo."
Well, that ain't nothing to hmph about,
I can't swear at a woman.
Don't be feeling sorry for her.
What's it say?
Just keep an eye on the pressure gauge, you can't go wrong.
Hello, Mrs. Jefferson.
That's not just a man's name, George.
Oh, I can see where you're coming from Mr. Jefferson.
And it was still full when I accepted.
Now I don't have a manager.
It's a losing battle, Mrs. Jefferson.
I ought to go back to work.
Hey, Emily that was fast.
Dale is perfect for the job.
Those buttons mean a lot to him.
But you said you wanted to give the job to someone black.
So they should stay out of the kitchen.
The moment I took the scissors in my hand, he'd start to cry.
They ought to go out and get a man.
Why not, Emily?
Because when you're born a girl, that's what you grow up to be.
Not just somebody, Pop.
Any minute. I made the appointment for 4:30.
Look, it ain't that I'm against women.