Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the bank I work for.

I'm a college graduate.

-Central Complaint Department. -I'm calling from 324 1/2 East 8th Street.

With his feelers 'round my soul

-You got the place to yourself. -We're Gandhi.

I think you should take the shrapnel out before you cauterize.

What's all this?

-I need five copies. -How do you spell "memorandum"?

Let me show you a hot new property.

Joe, who are you talking to?

So, you're an lowa boy, like me.

and she croaks.

Guess we got to keep on trying.

We're doing our best to help.

Ten minutes ago this company became a wholly-owned subsidiary...

Nothing for that price range.

I can't help you. Please hold.

Well, it appears to me...

We got to make it up to him. Let's find him a new place.

Why did I say yes to this?

banking is kind of like my trade.

I crawl so small

-P.I. Smith & Sons? Great company. -You've heard of them?

Ever since I joined this health club. It's a great lap pool.

I call this piece lnstant Minority.

Does your mom still wear her hair in that sexy way?

Are you sure this is the right address?

-Letter for Rodney. -A postcard from Uncle Sid.

How's everybody doing tonight?

My towels are in the laundry.

-Me, too, Ralph. -I vote we keep him.

-Look at that. -Our kind of guy.

This place does deserve to be a prison.

-You're fired! -You're fired!

One, two, three, heave!

Are you ready for something itsy-bitsy, baby?

-I don 't think I can do it. -Please hold.

I got my honey in a sunny neighborhood

I believe that we have finally reached the promised penthouse!

Excuse me, sir. Mind if we borrow this?

-What a fall! -Leaving so soon?

-Why aren't you with your boyfriend? -What boyfriend?

Not unless the landlord gives them a little help.

Where friends all meet And life is sweet

for the rest of your freaking life!

-What's that spell? -Joe!

-Out of the way. -We're watching Charlie Roach.

The guy I saw you kiss in the garden a few days ago.

Joe, that tickles.

I'm not a banker. I'm not a drummer.

Let's have ourselves a little rodeo!

This is giving me hay fever.

What? He's dead?

I can't tell you how happy I am to be finally out on my own, Mom.

They're the biggest manufacturer in New York.

Here, roachy, roachy.

I've got a towel you could use.

Can't you see I'm trying to have some privacy?

You're now the world's smallest minority.

But maybe you won't be missing her long.

We just don't talk much. Not to people, anyhow.