Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, come on. You don't mean to tell me
What was that?
Yes, and i was run over In both directions.
Maybe it's the same thing.
Hey, hey. What are you doing Wednesday night?
That you've Had a fling with?
* Wouldn't you like To get away? *
Oh, well-- Well, bravo!
Palms sweating, Your throat dry.
You said you'd never Lived with anyone But me!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. W-w-wait, wait, wait.
A syllable filled With our overwhelming passion.
In that insipid Accordion design?
Oh, i wouldn't mind, uh, Looking after your kids For you, carla.
And she left me At the altar.
Life is short.
Like a bug Flying around In a room.
Don't blame yourself.
All right, uh...
So, uh, what's the topic?