Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

See, we don't need any silly pills.

Ah, hell no, back on up.

HUD LADY: Next!

Yeah, I know that's great. Now, give me my pills.

Now, what the hell you buy a calendar for, anyway?

You ain't gonna get to finish it. (GRUNTS)

Damn. Why me, Lord?

All right. But not fatal.

200! You did it.

Hey, but what the hey. Anywhere's paradise

Hey, what is the 23rd anniversary, anyway? That's abstinence, isn't it?

Not that kind of hot. (SIGHS)

Babs, you have a customer. No, no, no, no.

In the meantime, my name is Smokey

Muriel, please, I spent an hour with the kids thinking of these.

You said enough last night, Muriel.

Oh, forget it. I'll be fine.

The furnace ain't on. It's the middle of summer, you crazy, old bat.

I seem to remember using something years ago.

Well? 196, stupid.

I'm trying to save you.

Okay, Thurgood, stay calm. Think clearly.

Muriel, you know I can't leave the country.