Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Someday we're gonna look back on it and we're gonna laugh.
I bet your lungs are disgusting too.
Sick? I'm feeling wonderful.
You hurt me, and you try and bribe me with a sandwich?
Any defense, Miss Williams?
Oh, I must jot that down.
- Well, you're looking good. - I know.
- Where do you want it? - Anywhere, please.
Lana.
She's gotta reload sooner or later.
Harry, how could you?
Helpless.
I mean, statistics show that right now I'm at my sexual peak.
...that measures your blood pressure and pulse rate?
Lana...
How is your fiancé?
You're disgusting, and I'm disgusted to have to defend you.
The guilt is coming back into her cheeks.
It's just an omelet.
Once again, for everybody's information...
No man's gonna buy that.
Good God.