Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who's gonna believe that a sophisticated international playboy like I is from the sticks?

Miss Jane, she's got the head for Mr. Black.

Attaquez cet canaille!

All right, everybody to the mansion.

He sure got a nasty whack on his head when his wife chucked him through that door.

I demand that you demolish this ugly, broken-down old ruin.

I certainly can improve your looks.

Once they do that, they'll have a better feeling for this sad beginning.

This is the last straw!

Now, wait a minute.

Oh, please, dear, come with Daddy.

Yes, but he's suffering from what us doctors call magnesia.

I have but to give the command, attacke, and he will attacke.

I am on my way to UCLA for to pick up my PhD.

Well, that is egg shell.

Now, you'll be the envy of every bird watcher in town.

You will be after the head transplant.

No, but I wouldn't bet on yours.

Now, let's just go along with everything he wants.

Man can't live with a skull that thin.

Look at this, Jed.

You neanderthals!

And use a lazy daisy stitch.

All he needs is a little fresh air.

Ain't you got no romance?

This poor man's head is falling apart like an egg shell.

He's already got a mustache.

You don't think that's a magnificent mansion?