Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She was put on Earth for one thing: his personal amusement.

Please, show our guests into the parlour.

We talked to Mr. Hunziger. He asked us to come.

Miss Hayes, can we speak frankly?

He puts his trademark where her bellybutton ought to be.

I want that scalpel out of this man's hands.

Miss Hayes, please, your pity only adds to my burden.

Of course, Agnes.

But I'd love to hear your version of it.

But the potential benefits...

You'd be surprised how many guys come in here feeling a little awkward...

David, it's all right, it's fine.

-Neither are you. -l rest my case.

-Why'd you do that? -I don't think this is our case.

Oops! My Bad. Sorry.

-I'm not gonna forget that. -Okay, David, sorry.

We can make it look like someone was after pills or syringes.

...I'm good, but sometimes God comes along...

...gifted in this field was unable to repair his own mistakes.

Right. And whose problem is that?

The way I figure it is, his boss is your Howard Hughes type.

But progress is not without its downside, Miss DiPesto.

Agnes, see if Kooky here wants cream and sugar in his formaldehyde.

There are two things in this world that man can't get enough of:

Use her body for spare parts.

Some things are more important than pantyhose.

Think we got him?

Is this guy a specimen or what?

My case is now totally solid.

She certainly was one keen polystyrene dream though.

He took a number.

After all he's been through, it seems so cruel.

Kooky? I already tried. Cat's got his tongue.

As vile and low as you are, that man is viler and much lower.

Being there for that special someone.

Let me tell you about love, Kooky.