Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I sleep all the time but still feel exhausted.
Golly, it's been a long time.
I'm sorry he got so upset.
-Mr. Addison. -Look at that...
You said something about hell in a handbasket--
Come to bed, Alex.
"You better be doing it because you like to open people up...
How right you are, sir.
-Is she still upstairs getting dressed? -She'll be down in a minute.
...and ask you and beg you and shame you...
Oh, I know.
Bertie, just take a look around this place.
You're jealous, aren't you?
...in the trunk of your car, would you?
...it's a cocktail party. Let's have some hot hors d'oeuvres.
-Really? -Really.
So I take out my five iron. Swing.
It certainly has. Where's Mr. Couzens?
...to lay her eggs, while the male just stands there...
Move it, move it, move it, kids.
What's this all about, boys?
-Now? -Right now.
-How about giving me a hand? -Sure.
I'll catch up with you later.
The female...
-Excuse me, Mr. Addison. -What is it, Agnes?
What's the matter? Missing a few beans?
You better be sure your Blue Cross is paid up, bucko.
So I'm six months from graduating...
Spur-of-the-moment get-together?
You leaving?
Why don't you let me conk your knees with my rubber mallet?
-Rumaki, have some. -Rumaki, huh?
When are things at their best with women?