Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(laughs)
It's just 'cause I'm buried under work.
and has to use an apparatus in order to help him breathe.
I barely even notice it.
Our house cannot be this far.
I retired. I needed a little project.
That never happens.
Please, please, please, please, please, please! Come on, black!
Okay, I am a little stressed.
It's not him.
God wants me to sleep. Fight it. Fight it, Claire!
# Hey, hey #
when she was out rounding up dazed piglets after a twister-- I'm not kidding.
No.
we would be so messed up on the time change,
Fixed you right up. I'm not surprised.
That's fresh tar there. You really want to smell that all night long?
Mmm. Mmm.
We needed help. And no surprise, first entry on howtostayawake.net-- coffee.
we would just wander around in, like, a nauseous fog.
Um, okay. Andy, my boyfriend, this is--
Do you got a nickel or a dime or anything? I don't.
Damn it.
- How gay do you think I am? - Mitchell! Madonna!
Did I mention that-- Yes, you did.
Give me that hand. What for?
Honey, please. I just have to approve this proposal.
You think I haven't changed at all in 25 years.
(hissing stops)
I know. I'm pretty.
Forty dollars for the hour. Songs are in the book. Anyone want a cocktail?
Don't worry. We've got this.