Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wet spill, aisle five.
That's good.
It's almost too good to be true, isn't it?
I'm getting depressed, man.
I'll be eating beans off of that plate by tomorrow night.
The woman I'm escorting tonight's fairly undemanding.
Biggest slut in Greenville.
Am I coming in loud and clear, Gus?
Oh.
Yes.
Talk about excitement.
Well, it's like I learned a long time ago.
I'll have you over once a week so Harold can bludgeon you until I get excited.
I was laid up in the hospital after open-heart surgery, no less.
Oh, can you ever forgive me?
Geez, would you stop giving me the evil eye?
Huh?
Something wet.
I feel like Tony Orlando.