Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It sure is, Mr. Clavin.
Hi, mr. And mrs. Boyd.
Oh, thanks.
Say something, carla.
Live our lives The way we choose?
Be sure to give Some thought to
That was my dad.
Traveling Thousands of miles
How eloquent.
And put it On an envelope
A young man Of singular character,
Would you tell bergman "Shoot the damn film"?
Sam used to be A relief pitcher For the boston red sox.
* Where everybody Knows your name **
Surely they don't want You going back to Indiana
Uh... Nice place, huh?
Well, if that's What my father wants.
You're reading The bible again, huh?
Well, gee, I don't have the room.
Pretty good, woody.
Because i have To leave boston?
Then again, Bartending is A noble profession.
Your film, uh...
Maybe your daddy Will let you stay here
Thank you.
Hey, guys. How you been?
What's the difference? He's going to die.
Oh, thanks, Miss chambers.
And we don't need you Either, cinemapuss.
Come on, guys, fess up. Who did it?