Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ Draw Rattles ] [ Snores ]

Hi. How do you do?

I mean, people. Oh. Uh-oh. I smell something burning in the kitchen.

Hello! I want my rent!

That means one side of my mouth is gonna wear out before the other.

- Thanks, Janet. - There's no reason for Mr. Roper to get excited.

And if you see anybody coming, whistle. I can't whistle.

What am I saying?

Can't you talk to your uncle in my bathing suit?

Well, you know me, Janet. I can never keep track of time.

No, no. See, Mrs. Roper... Honey, I don't have much time.

By the way, do any of you know where Mr. Roper keeps his checks?

I thought you might like to come upstairs with me. What?

- I was, but Jack woke me up. - Well, what's a party without shoes.

- I could kill that Larry. - Hello, street. Here we come.

If you hadn't come to visit, we never would have gotten that check back.

And when he finds out it's a bum check, he'll

Chrissy, when you eat something, what side do you chew on?

Your father worries about you, you know, how you're making it on your own,

- Oh. - Uncle Fremont, this is my friend Janet.

[ Mr. Roper ] Open up, Jack. I know you're in there.

I sort of laid into him and told him he acted stupid.

Whistle, whistle?

What the hell are you doing in here?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

[ Sighs ] Who's Mona Carmichael?

Well, naturally. They're related.