Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I tell you, Peter, give me six months,

If you play your cards right.

Instead of waking up to find A nightmare of a different kind

We're just tryin' to be friendly, come and watch us sing and play

There can be no excuse for this kind of deceit.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

I don't watch television until the evening.

We get the funniest looks from every one we meet

And I'll bring the pretzels, 'cause that's part of it.

Um, we, we planned a, uh...

Listen, Vandy, old boy. My son, Micky, is grown up now, giving sort of a bash.

I will melt your heart again.

Pete, why don't you take the girls and show them where you're going to put the sweaters?

How'd you make out? Did the, uh, poll TV thing work?

Kellogg's best to you

Someone to understand them, And you just may be the one.

And I admire your persistence, but you're wasting your time;

I have to go; I'm late for mess.

Well, I didn't know she's so little.

Uh, pardon me, miss, uh. I'm from the TV poll taking service.

It's time you took the initiative.

I remember you had a daughter, Hettie.

Fine, fine, fine.

By George, she's got it.