Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Otis Johnson, please meet your party at ticket counter —

Are you sure you don't want any of those magazines?

So we're comin' in to Memphis, I tell him I'll drop him anywhere he wants.

Now she probably will be.

Hey, my brother-in-law, how you doin'?

- Carl Perkins. - Elvis.

You look like a damn mosquito-legged chimpanzee.

- If they don't know I'm his brother-in-law. - Aw, shit, Charlie!

Huh. Everybody I know needs a job.

I should go home. I'm kinda tired.

Final call for Flight 607 to Rome now departing from Gate 6.

"Thank you kindly, sir, for picking me up."

And when you're dead, you don't get to sleep ever again.

Do you know, uh...

Carl Perkins, Howling Wolf...

- You're on. - Rack 'em up, Earl. Rack 'em up.

And I drove down Elvis Presley Boulevard.

Why'd you have to kill him?

Please pick up the nearest white courtesy phone.

Just a minute. Come on back over here.

Memorial Hospital shortly after midnight.

He would have to play that song somewhere between seven and 11 times that night.

What are you looking at?

Anyway, Sam finally found a song he liked and he said — and I quote —

Close that old pro.

Hey, Will, think you could just drop me off now?

- This is a very funny story. - I know.

Ain't they got enough women over there?

♪ Train number three has been gone ♪

♪ Blue moon ♪

This way I could, like, save a little money and, like, get on my own two feet...

"Excuse me, sir, but in a year from now...

Well, I don't think you should eat that thing.

I really love that girl.

Hey, my turn in front.

with one of my personal early, early morning favorites...

It was almost a year ago this very night.

Uh, that'll be 22.17.

Well, I — I don't rightly know myself.

You gotta clean that up.

Gee, I'm real sorry. I guess it's, like, not my day or something.

This doesn't look anything like Yokohama.

I saw on the television the other day where those Chine...

I think I heard this one a hundred times.

- Jesus, Johnny! - Hey, make 'em quart.

Why don't I get it on and get out and write some letters, telegrams.

I knew I was meant to give you... Elvis's comb.

No, it — That's not what I meant.