Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, madam, allow me to thank you the way you've taught me to thank you.
He's just a fat, stupid-looking ball of fur.
Just a cheap, tawdry, sweet-smelling whore.
The Russians have invaded America with special robots!
I'm not paying you $4 an hour just to sit around and look beautiful.
Oh, baby, I am gonna sex you up something awful tonight.
Free speech for all.
Well, at least it's out of your system now and we can talk about this like two rational human beings.
It's a good one tonight.
He's off, isn't he?
Do you know that I've dreamed of owning a coat like this ever since nursery school?
Geez, it's a wig.
Oh, don't be offended, Chris.
Well, you do have a certain quirky, goony, misshapen quality about you.
Tony, kid, get out of this now, before it blows up in your face.
Anything for you, my love.
Good God, this place looks like a Mexican pawn shop.
I'm sorry, I'm just one of those guys that gags at the drop of a hat.
Neither did the rest of the audience.
Bravo!
Yeah, well, what are we supposed to do now, make out?
At least for you, Dad.
I've ruined a dozen evening gowns that way.
Hey, that's a pet.
There you are, can't you stand?
Why, yes, I do.
Who?