Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The object of the patient's anger is transferred to the analyst...
- Bull. - Right.
- Eddie, are you all right? - Yeah.
Don't worry, and thanks again for the nice letter.
I hold in my hand a caseload that would choke a horse.
How did I know your address?
They were apprehended leaving a grocery store with unpurchased items.
He refuses to give any other name other than Santa Claus.
What's the matter? Can't your little elves take some of the load off?
- He's a worm. - He's a kid.
I have no proof, if that's what you mean.
It's true, Eddie.
Go and tease Bull about his hair.
- Okay. Okay, you're Santa Claus. - No, I mean, the one...
- My, my, Santa, am I ever surprised. - Eddie, don't. He's sick.
Oh, that John Stevens.
Tell Frosty goodbye.
Someday he'll grow up.
- What? - I said, apologize to him!
Okay.
I'll be fine.