Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tom, the way things are going,
It's worse. It's violent.
Yeah, let's really get this place jumping.
to give this dinner party for me.
Florence! Get the phone.
Well, because we got homesick.
Where did New York come in?
Her life is here. All of her friends. Me.
One more crack like that, shorty...
you ought to be fair to her.
You hired a musician?
Somebody found her purse and actually turned it in.
I told the drive, pull off, it'll be quicker to walk.
It's supposed to be good luck.
Uh, garters. Except, of course, for my Uncle Edward.
Look, the only way I could copy you is with a barrel of lard
Well, have a nice party.
New York is one giant stupid thing!
Hello, Florence. Hello, Mrs. Jefferson.
Over a stupid piece of cotton.
Ow! Look-a-there.
Good. Your wife sure is lucky.
Oh, sorry, Ralph, I don't have any money on me.
Where do I plug in?
I'm fine.
Tom, remember when we first met? Mm-hm.