Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

i suppose pater thought they were a bit common

no, doctor, no.

and do some aptitude tests.

right, well, i'd better turn

that strange feeling we sometimes get

pardon me, but i'm off to play the grand piano.

wordsworth's "i wandered lonely as a cloud"

i know, i know.

there, now, where's the bleeding wire?

could you show mrs. pim

and i want you to tell me

the british airline pilots association

"oh, mr. belpit, they're so swol... swollen."

and pancho here doesn't have to move at all.

out of being a pilot, wouldn't it?

i'll show you whether i'm on a wire or not.

you make me sick, you weed!

and milton's "can you lend us two bob till tuesday?"

yes, yes. yes, yes

missed. now, mr. uh...

"oh, mr. belpit, your legs are so swollen."

"i could at least buy a newspaper.

yes, um, you know...

you're suffering

60% success, eh?

they were kind of personal...

who make pat diagnoses of patients' problems

nature sits in stern mastery over these rocks and crags.

i'm right on my uppers.

afraid our regular psychiatrist

i feel the time has come to confirm he is a dumbass

bring back the old canvas ones, i say.

actually, i'm a gynecologist, but this is my lunch hour.

that we've lived through something before

i'm a flying man, you know, yes.