Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, what really says "Elvis"?
Hold me.
It's finally my moment in the sun,
He probably found out I had children.
Peg, I understand your great need to shop.
[LAUGHS]
Peg, what are you doing?
Aw, come on, I'm not telling you anything
Well, what do we do now?
I'm suing you.
This one.
Quick, Al, raise your arms.
and think about doing your laundry.
Uh...we're out. Big prison order.
that is a massage.
Now, let's face it, girls,
he sang this to me:
Hi, Al.
Honey, I'm gonna go home now
Well, I think we see UFOs because we have to.
and you, you'll be, uh...
Poor Elvis.
Now Marcy's at your house,
Uh, pardon me.
Men at least see UFOs, something useful for mankind.
I'll let you know if I conjure up any superstars.
* It's down At the end-- *
The rest of this stuff is clean. Damn it.
"and I have no idea what good sex is.
And me.