Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's have a look.
Maybe I'll just thumb through the brochure for a minute.
If you'd like a consultation, he has an opening after lunch.
I don't know. Do you get the feeling they might have it backyards?
Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes, I don't mind telling you...
...and I'm a "kinkoid"?
Nice work, circus girl.
Bet you 5 bucks it'd involve...
...but do I want one?
The great Dr. Brill had failed...
It ain't like the spaceman's ever gonna be confused with a horse.
Oh, this is such a load off my mind.
The most drop dead gorgeous broad...
Miss DiPesto, what is going on?
...is that a rash?
After all, a man with no lips can hardly kiss his wife.
That was a moan.
That's funny.
I want justice.
-Speaking of the doctor-- -He's dead.
Well, she's certainly got the Speckle in all the right places.
I've had women patients come in here...
Since the former is no longer within my grasp...
Probably uses this tape to test the stop action.
Dr. Brill.
Only a man would say something so stupid.
-How am I gonna do that? -Like this.
You'll enjoy prison. Lots of discipline, get to wear uniform.
-Now we're serious. -They're draughty, time-consuming.
Men. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?
Nails to paint, hair to condition, iron to pump.
I saw him this afternoon.
Putting anything in my eye makes me squeamish.
David, why would anybody wanna pick a nose like that?
Oh, my God.
Well, at least it ain't the willies.
Miss Hayes, it's not really their fault.