Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry about what happened at my apartment.

with flowers and trees.

Than my ever-loving feeler feeling you

Down the hatch, sweetie.

I'm starting a community garden in the East Village.

You so fine, baby.

What are those for?

"Dear Joe, got you a job interview with P.I. Smith & Sons.

Twenty million men piss on my name everyday.

Joe's first date!

We've been splattered into goo

Your local police precinct will be with you shortly.

We know where you live!

He's the dirtiest slob on the planet.

Red alert! Red alert! Red alert!

This way, gentlemen. Roll it over here.

I said shut up already!

Hands up, pinhead!

-Your apartment? -I believe we were here first.

He likes good living. That's for sure.

Wait till there's a riot or a fire!

My friends are sorry, too.

You've got to be more careful with those enthusiastic greetings.

So, how about a live-and-let-live philosophy here?

Tough break, buddy.

How many of you are there?

-Sure, Joey. -No problem, Joe.

They could get hurt, playing in this empty lot.

Oh, won 't you be my bug?

-Toodles. -Sayonara.

Let me out of here!

On one condition: You come see my band tomorrow night.

I haven 't found a job yet...

I thought you was smushed for sure.

Lily, come back!

We are alone, aren't we?

And my funky towel

Shoo-shoo Shooting the tube

Hold my feeler, Lord Lord, till I join that golden horde

Funny, I could have sworn this was an empty lot.

Dear Lily, it was great to meet you. I'm into gardening, too.