Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's all, honey, that's all.

Excuse me, honey.

All right, Felix, I admit it,

Why do you assume I did something wrong?

No, but the bookcase does.

What's a yay-yay?

He told me not to come in so early.

The high heels... No, listen to me, listen to me.

What are you doing

He-he won't go for it.

I understand that Oscar deserves better

That's what I said.

He was a friend of mine.

It's sort of a running gag.

We used to go out for beers after the game.

What? I know someone

Three and a half cents.

all over the country.

You got to keep abreast of things.

than listen to a loud rock band?

That's the beaker.

That was poor sportsmanship.

She was galloping along...

I suppose the desk turns into a bed.

You're the one responsible for it.

Almost all of it, anyway.

( laughing lightly )

Well, how about it?

We never devote more than two lines to it.

I'm speechless.

is Oscar Madison, of course.

I never realized how much I really needed him.

Matter of fact, he's not a very good house painter, either.

It's your initials.

The Pan-American Badminton Championship?

How's that look? Is that what you're after?

You need that, huh?

That's good. That's fine.

What if, um... hypothetically, of course,

You want anything?

Hi, O.M. Why don't you come up and have some fun?

Again he was right to fire me?

Would you tell me, please, what happened?

( intercom buzzes )

into the psychosexual roots of athletics.

Boy, if these books were real, they would be great.

You got to hang loose, let things happen.

he'll give you absolutely anything you want.

You came down to watch the ball game.