Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They may send a representative.
The King.
I'm going to call my Elvis fan club hotline.
Blue suede shoes.
Look, Al. You sweated Elvis.
Aw, give yourself some credit, Al.
and with pepperoni on his breath,
It is him.
Peg, if Elvis was married to you, he'd sweat me.
His buns alive with magic.
and it lasted longer.
Gimme some money, and on your way home,
He ain't nothin' but a hound dog
You're low enough,
It's death, all right, but nobody we know.
Well, I don't know, Steve.
Peg, let me explain three things to you.
than I've had in 16 years of marriage...
I'll take 10.
People are so stupid.
What did you do now?
All right, now...
and says, "I can't speak. I have no parents,
Look, Al, Elvii.
This is my home.
And I've learned,
It means it's done.
You got all the yellow out.
who do you like better, Priscilla or me?"
Al's T-shirts are gray again.
No.
Why else would I not care about my health?"