Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know what? You can send him up.
of what promises to be the best half hour of your life.
It's nothing short of a masterpiece.
ruthlessly expanding the Morehouse empire,
- he will ruin us! - Mother, please.
With my writing, I could crush Cynthia Morehouse
You're overreacting.
They saw a world without oil.
And there's this guy at the hotel who didn't believe me.
Don't be such a dolt.
They would have ruined Morehouse Conglomerated
where I could be alone with just one colleague
where you and your tart can play?
We now return to The Talc Munson Show.
- Oh.
I'm dying, Devon. Mama!
She can't-- She w-- Has she gone nuts?
Bagpipes O'Toole Scotch semi-blended.
The only shame in this room belongs to you,
Genius.
What a fine lot you are.
You know, this is the only scotch
I can't--
So with poetry...
Oh. Um...
Well, I...
The fools!
Cynthia... That's not true, is it?
What we need are bigger and better military contracts.
- Yes. - Books about nature.