Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I finally got a lead In one of our plays!
For the arts,
She kept talking About flames And passion.
Now, that was A hairy man.
That we can get away And enjoy ourselves Independently.
On all the witty conversation That goes on around here.
Sheen, and bounce.
That he was right, and i Never got to tell him.
We'll get on our ladders And we'll just say
Two ginger ales, big guy, And don't try to slip us Any of that house stuff.
I told you clavin hair Grows in spurts. It runs in the family.
Thank you very much!
Come on, guys, I told you.
A beard-growing Contest?
All: ooh!
I was just trying To motivate you, Stir something inside of you.
What's the point of having a Fantasy unless you make it real?
No. Really, I just forgot.
Oh, yeah.
No, i didn't have Any cheese doodles.
Always involved with Those damned experiments.
It looks sexy, huh?
Hey, all right. Knock it off!
Yeah. It's your hairline That makes you look older.
[Phone rings]
Ok.
* Where everybody Knows your name *
But he was too busy With his experiments To show up.
Sammy, say, you shouldn't Be so surprised.
Of course he was A scientist, you nit!
They're consumed by The fire of their passion.
I didn't want to take The chance of something Coming in-between us.