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.

No, he's not in right now. Can I take a message?

How come Mike always wins?

Excuse me, please. Pardon me. Come on.

Imagine, placing gambling bets through

- Which red button? - That one in there.

That's right, honey.

no one cares if I live or die.

- Peter? - Peter?

Oh, cruel world! Heartless world!

I don't want to be a murderer.

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, and everything else that goes with it.

I just can't go on.

I'll give 'em the message.

- Um, no, well, I need it. - What for?

I'd better deliver it; it might be urgent.

Okay, you promise, you promise, you promise.

But, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Whereas we have not had a job in three or four weeks, right?

I don't know; I just pushed this red button.

Wuh, huh, hold it!

Boy, it's nice to see a girl with a hobby.

- Right. - Right.