Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're right, it's just Iike my dandruff account.
Yeah, I know.
Now, you get one whiff and you Iose controI.
CIosest I ever came was when the top of my oId man's car rusted out.
We'd better go. That fiIm studio's aII the way in BrookIyn.
Dad, what are you doing?
Okay. AII right.
I'm a Iucky guy. Who are these peopIe?
I don't care what E.F. Hutton says.
Amamos?
WeII, thank you.
Oh, and we won't mention the hot fudge sundaes either.
What are you doing out here? It's 4:00 in the morning.
-What? -Here.
Bernie, get me out of Lankershim Cosmetics.
I mean, I brought you your new star.
Because presidents of advertising agencies...
Let's see some suds, Tony.
Leather seats.
...that there's something a IittIe different about Tony.
I Iike it too.
...or no matter how hot and sweaty he gets...
What's this face...?
Put everything I've got into Lankershim Cosmetics.
-Except sing. No singing. -I don't do singing.
I think I have an idea.
Now, Ginger, honey--
Why can't I go with you?
Oh, boy.
But you don't see God recaIIing shrimp.
It's red.
Worked out? Machismo Man speak truth.