Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's right. I saw your ass,

- Come on! - Get the fucking knife!

I need you upstairs... now.

- Mr. David. - Hello.

I'm not asking you to pay for the glasses.

- what?! Jeff said... Jeff said what? - What did you say?

- Fucking loves the show, man. - Wow.

I don't know why the guy so depressed with a wife that damn fine.

I mean, is that supposed to be a movie?

Wow, how gentile.

( Sighs ) it's okay. He's gone.

Her newest book is titled "walking out on cancer."

- Ever see that one? - I have a great idea:

- Phil who? - Phil kreel... Ton.

- Anyway, it's great talking to you. - Put him on the phone!

- What? - Yeah.

You know I have cancer, right?

- ( Loretta yelling ) hey, l.D.! - What?

I'm still paying for them even if I replace them,

Yeah, maybe you'll find a magazine out there

I think it should be illegal, frankly.

Oh, he was blessed. So, what? I'm unblessed. Is that what you're saying?

They're your glasses. They're around your neck.

I've made mistakes. Not this one.

- Susie, nice to meet you. - Bye, Beverly. You too.

like a fairly new relationship.

I fall into that category sometimes.

- ( Bells ring ) - hey, Larry!

But the fact is we're talking about a woman's life