Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My unfortunate friend has to learn to help himself. And that's final, Roge.
They wouldn't know how to burn anything if they tried.
l feel fine, sir. l just made a little mistake.
Yes, l wonder if you could do me a little favour, sir.
-Congratulations? -On being appointed...
...but he doesn't think he'll get it.
-l thought you might like to see them. -Thank you.
-You're gonna give it to him? -l mean l'm going to see that he gets it.
Bye.
You're a pretty girl, you got a mink coat, it's yours...
-What is it? -Sawing people in half.
-Did you like the scampi? -lt was divine.
Captain, l've decided that you need a vacation.
l see l asked the wrong question, huh?
Only three guesses per astronaut.
No, he was to be head of the Medical Department...
...what would you choose?
And l decided to let you keep your genie.
You can call me ''master.''
And this decision came as quite a surprise to you, didn't it?
l hate to offend you, Marilla. lt's just when Jeannie cooks...
Oh, Dr. Bellows. How are you?
l just made Dr. Bellows a very happy man.
-Hello. -And this is his...
-Thank you. -Boy, l can't wait to see Abdul do that.
'' Master.'' '' Master.'' You don't know what that word does for me.