Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop torturing yourself. None of this is your fault.

- I'm so glad you did. - You play jazz?

so I rolled over and flung my legs over my head.

You've got to stop pretending I'm some perfect angel. I'm not.

- OK, every other week. - Good, you're forgiven.

But I'm tired of being on my back.

- Play with Michael. - He's not here.

he has seen since Julie Newmar.

Wait. Where are the wooden shoes I carved out of cheese?

You go through life not thinking.

Rose, don't look.

- He said it's a back problem. - Thank God he's a specialist.

That's a good idea, Blanche.

- When a woman's at her peak... - This is my child.

You're still upset with me about last night?

He thinks he should be travelling over the country, trying to find himself.

Who are you, Mr Spock?

One night, Bobby Jo Springer had escorted me back to my dormitory

I passed out at the World of Wool.