Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just can't go on. I had to speak to someone.
Conference, doctors. I'm afraid we're going to have to take drastic measures.
I just can't go on.
- Um, no, well, I need it. - What for?
Oh, cruel world! Heartless world!
Wuh, huh, hold it!
Whereas we have not had a job in three or four weeks, right?
- Peter? - Peter?
Okay, you promise, you promise, you promise.
How come Mike always wins?
I don't want to be a murderer.
No, he's not in right now. Can I take a message?
- Right. - Right.
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, and everything else that goes with it.
no one cares if I live or die.
Hello?
I don't know; I just pushed this red button.
Excuse me, please. Pardon me. Come on.
But, wait a minute, wait a minute.
Imagine, placing gambling bets through
A-ha. Bye.
I'll give 'em the message.
That's right, honey.
- Which red button? - That one in there.
Well?
The Popsicles?
Boy, it's nice to see a girl with a hobby.
Hello?
I'd better deliver it; it might be urgent.
Peter?