Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

hereinafter referred to as the business.
Now, a cigarette is three inches long.
I don't care who you are. Don't cough on me.
But I'm glad you're home. You want me to fix you some lunch, son?
Get over there and get those glasses. There's nothing wrong with you.
Oh, Pop, you can't get TB. From an X-ray machine.
that's 3,650 feet of cigarette a year.
I ain't scared. Why are you so anxious for me to get an X-ray anyway?
- Stop it. - All right, Mr. Sanford...
- Did you hear yourself just now? - Yeah. Did you bring the cigarettes?
I ain't going in there with that old, ugly white woman.
What'd you go and have a will made for?
with his glasses on and his eyes closed.