Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you see, and, uh, well, you hadn't called to pick up any of your messages,
Oh, sure. You mean, you're going to tie this to the chandelier,
- Miss Farnsby? - Ellen?
W-w-w-wait a minute! You haven't told me how to handle any of this stuff.
You're welcome.
Ah, he's a sick man. Sick boy. Yes.
Popsicle, Belmont, ninety thousand dollars.
Popsicle to Pelican, and Popsicle won!
Hello? It's for you.
They're all over the office. I have them here.
they are not listed-uh, hold on a second. Hello?
What's the beef? Didn't the message get delivered?
Keep your hands up high! And no monkey business,
Oh, I'm not Jeffrey. Uh, I'm, uh, I'm the Urgent Answering Service,
- Peter? - Peter?
if you'll excuse the expression.
a veritable sea of telephones, just multi-colored communicators...
What's that?
the button here that is on the wall, that is red.
Kellogg's best to you
Well, there's, there's no answer.
I love you
Are you Ellen Farnsby?
There are millions of messages all for Ellen Farnsby just piled up.
Yeah, I heard.
That's when I'll have to choose
What do you say? Do you want to take the job?
Yeah, about that short.
Well, as long as it's not serious-
I don't know; I didn't even see the game, a-ha ha. Peter? Peter?
A mistake, huh? I'll "Zelda Baby"-
Go on third.
I mean, she was so sad and weak and depressed and pathetic and poor.
"Call Zelda Baby. Love, love, love. Urgent."