Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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