Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Any minute. I made the appointment for 4:30.
No.
They ought to go out and get a man.
Hey, Emily that was fast.
It's a losing battle, Mrs. Jefferson.
Now I don't have a manager.
Oh, but I just love hard work.
So they should stay out of the kitchen.
It ain't a woman's job.
Hey, where you been Mr. Jefferson?
going "Whooo, whooo, whooo."
Those buttons mean a lot to him.
I ought to go back to work.
Dale is perfect for the job.
Black Male Chauvinist Pig.
That's not just a man's name, George.
Oh, I can see where you're coming from Mr. Jefferson.
But you said you wanted to give the job to someone black.
Look, it ain't that I'm against women.
Just keep an eye on the pressure gauge, you can't go wrong.
Hello, Mrs. Jefferson.
I can't swear at a woman.
Well, I would have been finished a long time ago
What's it say?
Not just somebody, Pop.
And it was still full when I accepted.
Why not, Emily?
The moment I took the scissors in my hand, he'd start to cry.
Well, that ain't nothing to hmph about,
Because when you're born a girl, that's what you grow up to be.
How about some eggs and cereal and pancakes?
Don't be feeling sorry for her.