Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Now, how many do you smoke a day? - Two packs.
I didn't burn your room, but... I burned your bed.
- You see that? - Got killed by a tobacco truck.
Smoking less, but enjoying it more.
They don't want to come out and tell you that you're dying.
I burned your pajamas.
Pop, you wasn't supposed to read this till after I was dead.
and we'll fill out this form.
Lamont, don't let them take me away, hear?
- May I have your name, please? - Fred Sanford.
Wait a minute, honey. What you doing?
Just sixty-five. You mind your own business.
- I'm sorry. - That's all right.
It's hard to tell.
It had milk in it.
I can go to County Hospital and get some birth control pills free, but...
I was smokin' at his funeral, trying to relax.
Yeah, I know you did, Pop. But listen, I got a better idea.
Now, you can't blame that on me.