Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And Red Hot Mamma, You Gotta Turn Your Damper Down...
Look, Wilma. There's another door in the back of the cabinet.
When the sun refuses to shine
And when I had to explain that you were just trying to be funny...
Wilma, Fred's coming out of it.
Hot Lips!
- You saved our lives. - Think nothing of it, Big Daddy.
Okay, then we'll hospitalize them.
Yeah, I guess some wives are like that.
Right?
Just as I thought. There's no man at the window.
He'll be all right, Wilma. Just let him rest for a while.
That voice!
Now, let's get back to the house before they get there.
You won't come back until I tell you to.
the Golden Smog...
They're in the closet. Now, let's get out of these costumes, quick.
I want to be in that number
Oh that drummer man !
Hot Lips, remember me?
Come on, Fred, speak to me.
Thanks, lady.