Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

if I were a man to this place

Colonel, I can't go with you to your brother's place.

Where you guys going skiing again? Sugarloaf or...

you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of you.

It's apartment 17E, Colonel.

Oh, no, no. I got this.

And it's a great day for movin' along

-Nothin'. -What do you mean, nothing?

The joint student-faculty disciplinary committee needs no further sessions.

Get me a couple of Montecristos Number One.

Whether you say so or not, here we go!

And still had the feelin' that you wanted to stay?

l made Tenderfoot.

Let's go for a ride.

and Uncle Frank won't come with us.

Look at this. The sun is shining!

What does your daddy do in Gresham, Oregon?

-'Cause it's a beauty. lt really is. -Thank you, George.

You go on ahead.

Nothing, thanks. I don't use it.

Yeah, well, I'm not a squealer.

Certainly. May I see some ID?

-Bene? -Bene! Fabulous!

Never mind, you earned it.

And Swabees as well

Maybe tomorrow.

Remember, when in doubt Fuck

It's right here.

You little snail darter from the Pacific Northwest.

You could have fooled me.

Now why don't you leave and spare yourself?

I was thinking. This asshole, Trask? He's making no sense at all.

-Yes, sir. -Good.

And Uncle Frank's gonna like you a lot, too.

Where's the booze?

Here, Tomster, come on.

And swabbies too

If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a flamethrower to this printer

It's not that way at all.

On the escort scene.

If I wasn’t sober tonight, I’d take a flamethrower to twitter!

You, Mr. Simms.

and you're a great travel companion,

Don't worry about my quota. I do well.

Tell him they're for me.

Because he's an asshole.

Yeah, I guess so.

Ooh. Haven't had a ticket in years.

Out of order? Who the hell you think you're talkin' to?

First thing Monday, I'm convening a special session

Lieutenant Colonel Slade.

Uncle Frank's had a really hard Thanksgiving weekend.

What's the matter with you?

Manny'll drive you to your dorm.

-Got it? -Yeah.

W.R. Slade, White Plains, New York.

This is such a crock of shit

George thinks he might be able to get us off the hook.

What? I'm Just Getting Warmed Up!

So let's get on with it. Let's fuckin' do it.

after you just crossed the desert.

Good old Uncle Frank and this here with him is Charlie Simms,

even with the student aid and the folks back home hustlin' corn nuts?

Boca will never be the same…,

It's a beautiful story.

You'll get us killed!

You should hear her at 125.

A school among whose graduates

$1,200 is a little rich for my blood, Harry.

I'm not finished.

-I'm sorry. -Don't be sorry.

Nothing. Just saying hello.

What does Folkdaddy do in Oregon?

Which Mr. Willis?

Well, she's wearin' Floris.

He's the only party to this incident

His name is Charles.

-Good night, sir. -Good night.

I'm in the amazing business.

You wanna graduate Baird, become a rich big shot like them.

He's really flying in class. He gets all excited.

When the wife gets restless, the wife gets racy.

Where you goin'?

Truth is, not only can he dance, but he'll sing you a hell of a tune.

You patronizing me, peewee? Hmm?

It leaves at 9:00?

Charlie. Are you mucking with me?

l really couldn't say for sure.

To tell or not to tell, or it's your ass.

Yeah, they think we can.

I wouldn't know, sir.

We got two for the shuttle to New York.

What business is that of yours?

Despite The Negative Press

A student who cannot afford to pay the board and tuition in Cambridge.

No, Vincent drank Sea Breezes.

You said everybody says "Staad."

two have sat behind the desk in the Oval Office, in the White House.

You're a long way from home, Chas.

I could stay for a while.

The day we stop lookin', Charlie, is the day we die.

Did you everhave the feelin'

Hold on. Maybe you should talk to the man himself.

I think we better be gettin' back.

What a marvelous place.

Can you get long distance on this?

Mr. Willis' testimony is not only vague, it is unsubstantiated.

That's my boys.

Oh. Don't get cute now.

I'm not the kind of guy who likes to rush things,

all studyin' to be George Bush.

You going home to fuckin' Idaho for Thanksgiving?

-How you doin'? -I'm good.

This can't go out. This is on reserve.

PIease watch your Ianguage, Mr. SIade.

ln case l don't see you before the Thanksgiving holidays,

Then, who did it?

Then take the fucking wax outta your ears!

What a beautiful woman.

That little piece of tail?

but by the time l pulled focus, they were gone.

My hair, how is it?

There's fire under that dress.

Blatz. No Blatz?

Oh, but I still smell her.

I buttered it for you.

Better yet, have my father talk to your father.

-She's not bad. -Bingo! The boy's alive.

But thanks for askin', all right?

what did you see last Tuesday night outside my office?