Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It certainly does.

Eh, pretty good, I guess.

You know, sometimes it feels like I'm living right next door to Wolfgang Puck.

Thanks, but no thanks.

That's my husband, Harold.

I'll never let the smell of an old lady stand between me and my dreams.

I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic at heart.

So I hired me a pretty boy to take care of business.

She's an old perfume-soaked hag.

What do you mean, like shoe polish?

That's your date?

And let me compliment you on your new pet monkey.

I've reserved you for the next five nights.

Oh, I guess I won't see her again.

Well, Gus, you're forgetting one very important thing.

Wow, a Rolex, just like the one Bob Conrad wears.

Well, madam, allow me to introduce myself.

Oh, by the way, darling, here's just something a little extra for you.

I'll probably see her again.

Well, I am a quick learner.

Chris, wait, please don't go.