Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where did you go, to the movies? Did she massage the back of your neck again?
Yeah. That's true, Pop.
and yes, she did massage the back of my neck.
Here she come now, old dummy taco-stuffer.
Donna, this is Sheila. She's a friend of Lamont.
Wow. That sure smells good.
Thank you.
And I wasn't gettin' anywhere. You know what I'm gettin' at?
- Am I late? - No, you're just fine.
- Yes. - Now we can have an enjoyable evening.
Is there anything else I shouldn't do?
Gettin'to know you
I don't know, Melvin.
- You want me to pick it up with my foot? - You're supposed to use the fork.
Huh?
You didn't even tell me about this other girl.
- And what will you tell your friends? - What do you mean?
- Don't be yellin' at me. - Don't tell me not to yell at you.
Pop, this is Sheila Monroe. Sheila, this is my father.
I'm glad you didn't depend on her to fix dinner. We'd have starved to death.
What I'm trying to tell you is for your own good.
Listen. Now's your chance to tell her off.
You mean now?
I'm not gonna have another thing to say.
A ring.
- Good evening, Fred. Lamont. - Good evening.
- Don't start that again. - Don't worry, Pop. I'll be cool.
Will y'all be quiet!
Donna, honey, what's the matter?