Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What the hell is this? - World War I vintage gas mask,

A fiery lad, but then youth is fiery,

- Let it shine - Shine on

Glory hallelujah,

Sweet lord of mercy,

He caught 'em worshippin'

- You gotta take his hand - Shine on

46 years of marriage,

They had an I, B, S, weekend at Grossinger's up in the Catskills,

You've got to let it shine

- Come on out from under there! - Mrs, Munson, my pager just went off,

Hey, this shit smells like piles,

the higher registers of the, uh, lute or sackbut,

Perhaps it had to be thus,

- and lit himself a cigarette, - So sorry,

They crucified the Savior

And I guess I made 'em feel real bad,

I myself became acutely aware of the smell of rotten eggs,

How the hell does it eat when it gets to the Nibbles Ready-to-Eat?

Ain't no smokin' in this house,

Now, if you not gon' fetch him, I guess I gotta call the police,

- I said shine on me - Shine on

And that insurance company has tens and tens of thousands of policyholders,

the nature of the music is such that,

- I'm callin' Sheriff Wyner, - No! Madam!

"Jack of all trades, master of none" is a figure of speech used in reference to a person who has dabbled in many skills, rather than gaining expertise by focusing on one. "Garth Pancake, Though A Master Of None, Is A Jack Of All Those Trades"

- Let us go back - Let's go back to God

- Me - Shine on

We want that doughnut money,

Most humans, anyhow,

I just stopped by here to let you know I did have a talk with Weemack,

Yeah, I don't care how big her ass was, MacSam, You're fired,

Uh, thank you, madam, for your act of kindness,

They'll just shut the fuckin' spot down, Pancake, They'll shut,

Why, Professor!

sometimes it's the only way...

I don't know what the fuck people be doin' here while they gamblin',

Lord, I'm troubled

Afternoon, Sheriff,

and it's one of the few memories I retain of the man

That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayward wanderer bore

Thank you, Lord

- You the man, Hey, butthead! - Huh?

It's just a little old present, Why, it's hardly anything at all,

Despite our setback, we find ourselves on schedule

"Have you got any idea?"

I perform in, and have the honor of directing, a period-instrument ensemble

Oh, well, goddamn it, Mr, Gudge, Look here, I,

shoulder to shoulder, from each according to his abilities,

Dented tin canteen, All right? Strap it to his fucking collar!

I propose we get our fallen comrade to the hospital,

The fact is, I saw the sign in your window advertising a room to let?

67 years of life,

It's mangly, but he be fuckin' the bitch all kind of ways with a twisted dick!

Your offices shall have been nugatory,

That boy hangin' by a thread, Over the pit,

Oh, Afternoon, Mrs, Munson,

Madam, you are addressing a man who is quiet

I don't even want to say the word, Now, I won't say it twice,

Oh, no, not him, Weemack,

This tunnel leads back onto the land for all the people that work for Mannex,

You very, very, extremely stupid boy,

Ain’t no birthdays in HEAVEN! I’m trying to help you.

, I think it really sells the whole doughboy thing,

Not easy to do, Many reasons,

Couldn't face the music,

- Go back to God - Oh, come on

- Do they? - Oh, I got the literature right over here,

- No, Mama, - A filthy, noisy little pest of a puppy dog

And so, let us pray,

It is a lie! It is a fantastic tale!

and it strikes without regard to age, gender or race

but that little muthafucka be workin' that muthafucka!

- You still talkin' OK, though, - Have you all decided?

YOU BROUGHT YO` BITCH TO THE IHOP?

The exercise would lose all credibility if you show the loser can simply beg off,

Oh, come on up to his room with me and say hello,

Let it shine on me

And where is the counting room?

Angels in the heaven done wrote my name

Oh, sure he's dead, Lump, I just checked his carotid artery,