Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're a cold, heartless old man.
I got it, Pop.
You're a dirty old man, you know that?
Don't you get excited. You said you needed your rest.
Well, I'm just trying to protect myself.
Now, you gotta give 'em up. You gotta give up cigarettes.
Boy, I'm tired.
due to a technical fault.
You're just goin' down there.
Don't come near me! That stuff is catchin'!
It would've been okay the first time if I had remembered to take this off.
- You open it. - You really are chicken, aren't you?
"F" is for Fred, and yours is marked "C."
How long you been smokin' anyway?
That's about ten feet of cigarettes multiplied by one year...
Sanford and Son is recorded on tape before a live studio audience.
You're scared. You're afraid to go down there.
Pop, I just want you to get that cough of yours examined...
You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm coming to join you, honey.
I'm dying.
That's all right. I got another pair in the bag.
You're all right. That's the main thing. Welcome home, son.