Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, how do I make one pill last the rest of my marriage?

No more parallel parking.

Muriel, what the hell are you doing?

Yeah, can't feel that, either.

I'm telling you I'm so excited I can barely breathe

I could have killed you five minutes ago,

Well, fine, I don't need your damn, stupid pills.

I don't understand. Are the Bulls in the playoffs?

What do you need? Shrimp? You like shrimp?

I think the only thing left is for you to, you know,

Good night, Muriel.

Man, just one pill left.

Like the kind we rekindled this past week.

So I waited two hours and this Dr. Next never even showed up.

(BREATHES DEEPLY) I'm gonna kill that boy.

Muriel, no means no.

I feel a little dizzy. Gillespie...

Look, I got you some nice non-fat fat back and tofu pig's feet.

It's goofy without being stupid.

Out of my way, I'm leaving,

I'm afraid there are no more pills for you. You're cured.

Man, oh, man, bingo!

(SCOFFS) Wouldn't that be the final kick in the ass?

Then, it gets a little tricky.