Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Thelma, you were right about Daddy.
Out, out, out.
Mama, Daddy has to get a physical checkup right away.
and pork chops.
One, because I respect you,
♪ Good Times ♪
I'd say if you just relax a little,
♪ Mmmm... ♪
that your father has it.
Foxes, my foot!
What I don't know is how to tell Superman that he can't fly
and I don't want to hear another damn word about it!
and if you need me, just dial me direct:
It's okay, James. I understand.
Okay, Mr. Evans, I've got your lab reports.
to go with it.
Wait a minute, Michael.
she wouldn't have a thing to worry about.
No, son, your dad does not have hypertension.
Okay, bye-bye.
You been freaked out for years.
H-E-L-P.
What'd you do, hijack a supermarket, girl?
Oh, no.
Well, now, James, you have been upset and hollering,
What does it say in that magazine?
I'm going to tell you both, I've had about enough of it!
If your big feet don't waste her,
That's right, Mama.
Ma, I got some news that'll cheer everybody up.
I didn't tell you he had no problem.
and frustration of ghetto life.
What y'all trying to make me out to be, some kind of maniac?!
And there's more.
Don't be embarrassed to talk to me about it, Florida.
What are your hours?
That goes for you too, JJ.
and when I was a maid, forgive me,
Might get upset?
Come on now, Thelma,