Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

BILL: Dave, come on up here. [CROWD CHEERS AND APPLAUDS]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

You know what? I won the costume contest last year.

No way. Me neither.

All right. Dorks, dorks, dorks,

and if that means putting on a dumb costume and dressing up,

But they don't have to know that.

Oh, wow. Could we meet her? But of course.

Boy, oh boy, Dave,

Matthew's invited.

Oh, it's right upstairs.

Was it a good party?

everyone will know that I was jealous,

Like Joe, walking around on his tiptoes,

It's how much life you have in you.

Well, you might.

How old is she, anyway?

We need to talk.

Maestro, if you please!

I won third place.

Uh, alien autopsy coroner.

Thanks a lot. Is there any coffee around here, anywhere?

That makes our relationship just a little:

Can you please leave the dress on?

And every year, the staff of WNYX nearly ruins it for me.

or do my special, spooky version of the hokey-pokey.

I was talking about, Lisa?

Psychic reading.

Well, I only have...