Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Movin' on up ♪

Mr. J., could I ask you a favor?

Well, I mean, look,

This ought to be. It cost $17.50 a bottle.

Don't worry about it, sir.

I can't wait for Lionel to meet you.

but she's in an old profession.

That was their hall closet.

I think she just moved into the neighborhood.

well, he's not perfect, but then neither am I.

She ain't even a good skateboard.

How could you forget a girl like Jenny?

so if you'll excuse me... Lionel, Lionel!

Say, how about if I asked you a routine question?

Ah, yes. Her name is Tracy Williams.

but can you tell me what's happening?

A black girl, Weezy, pure black,

We don't clean whistles.

and then you can do your homework,

Is it your birthday or something?

Can I speak to you privately, Mr. Jefferson?

He's better off.

♪ We finally got A piece of the pie ♪

Look, I sent out for some wine.

Thank you. Come again.

Oh, that might be cutting it a little close.

he means "feet."

But that was three days ago.

Oh, thanks, Ralph!

Hold it. Hold it.

go up and apologize to the Willises?

Williams, Tracy Williams.

I'll show you who ain't got rhythm!

I said I was sorry you broke up with Helen.

It's still dumb.

ever since our fight with the Jeffersons.