Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boggs is waiting outside to drive us.
The aprons. Carla, the apron.
- He survived the Titanic? - l forgot to ask.
Your daughter has a hot thing for the bartender.
l think l owe you an apology, too, Mrs Chambers. l'm sorry.
What's the big deal? You're beginning to sound like my wife.
hitting those mean streets, never knowing if he's coming back or not.
Go ahead. Let him hear it.
l'd be honoured if you'd consent to be my wife.
to demonstrate your lack of class.
- Yes, l guess l do. - ln a strange way, he loved me, too.
- Really? - Yeah. You bet.
Exactly how much money do you have?
- Or use my other nickname, Red. - Red?
Thank you, miss.