Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, he's sleeping. I don't want to wake him.

They fall in my bra.

And then after an eternity, he comes back on the line, eating chips.

- He lied to her. - I don't know why they do that.

He said, "Let's see. Sleep with me."

All I have to do is talk forever.

Let's talk inside.

- That's not bad. - Oh, Rose.

- What are you talking about? - I never heard such a racket.

- Who is it? - Mrs. Beatty.

"Thank you for being a friend"

My phone's been ringing off the hook." I said, "Officer, what about my husband?"

Mrs. Beatty, my late husband had a heart attack with me as well.

Oh, my God. What'll I say to her?

- Dirty talk? - Well, not filth, for God's sake.

I want someone to come with me.

He lived on fatty foods. He'd have meat for dessert.

That must have been some dream you were having last night.

Honey, beware of anyone who says, "no calories," "absolutely no charge,"

- Dirty talk? - Later.

Wishing You a very happy Birthday, Molly!! ~Puja

and, "let's just lie down on the bed and watch television."

Come on, Rose. You'll sit and watch my dentures eat corn on the cob.

If you saw my brother-in-law, you'd know why.

Come on, Rose, it'll be fun.

Invited everyone you knew

Well... here we are.

Traveled down the road and back again