Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's no dummy.

Oh, wait, a bathroom?

Hey, Mona, Iast of the red-hot co-eds. Watch out.

I can see through your toweI.

I'II scratch your back, you scratch hers.

Yeah. Why not, I guess.

Don't forget, we're going to the parents' meeting tonight.

I know. This is your private chamber.

I don't even have enough dinner. I'm one game hen short.

I think I'II go up and catch a nice hot shower.

You know, wouIdn't a nice hot bath be nice right about now?

My faith in psychoIogy was never shaken for a singIe minute.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. That's a IittIe rough, huh?

-You reaIIy shrunk us good, didn't you? -I did, didn't I?

Oh, yeah? Here.

-My mother? -Yeah. Your mother.

-I wouId Iike to get off the hook here. -Oh, I'II bet you wouId.

Okay, okay, okay, you're sorry, you're sorry.

That Iooks awfuI. How can you drink that stuff?

I can't come home earIy, or take a bath...

See, now, you feeI fooIish and vioIated because of what happened, see...