Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lesson number two: The law of supply and demand.
Those swabbies drift into port, park their diddies on your doorstep,
Hi, everyone. It's me, Stan.
You remember harmless old Uncle Vito?
If they were friends, he'd still have thumbs.
- Could we talk for a minute? - Of course. Come on.
- Dorothy, I'm sorry. - Why, whenever I think
sophisticated, charming man I've met in ages.
You're going out with Stan tonight?
Of course. You think I have no feelings? I'll tell you a story.
I have been trying to figure out why you're doing this.
advance notice when you're expecting a gentleman.
- Your husband. - I don't have one.
Never before, that's true.
Is she upset cos she thinks Blanche is sleeping with Stan?
Just like when I was little and sold Belgian waffles alongside the road.
I'm 80. You gotta enunciate.
I told him that I couldn't see him anymore.
- Ma, I'm wearing make-up. - Then eat by candlelight.
Bacon lettuce and potato.
Say yes. I need a shoulder to cry on.
Ma, I told you. Stan and Chrissie got a divorce.
- Now, what's wrong? - I lost it, Dorothy.
In the middle. He was on the end till Lionel Richie left.
He's a very sweet man.
The point is, you forgot lessons one and three. Quit being an idiot.
- What are you two doing up? - Go back to bed.
Of course, on the second day, things took a turn for the worse.
my practically full bottle of Chanel No.5.
Or is it because she thinks she's lying?
I wish I could explain it but I can't.
Why don't you get some more sleep?