Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Smells like a hospital.
Hello, Mrs. Grainger.
Can't you just see the Cossack's horse?
I wasn't hiding in my room.
Oh, come on, I can tell.
So long, Randy.
You be a good boy now.
I don't have warm eyes.
Sure, you can have that one if you want it.
To spit?
You know, it's nice to have my room
She wouldn't recognize me.
if I don't do it first.
How do you do, sir?
Ahh... you're surprised, aren't you?
Yeah.
and listen to your records...
that I have to tell you about.
Sit down, sit down.
Well, I have to get to work.
Now, do you want him to look back
All I'm asking you to do is take him out.
Fine.
FELIX: I've got it!
Sure is a lot of adventure in stamps, isn't there?
How come you never ask me about my day?
If you mean there's a kid named Randy
Hmm, I guess so.
Are my shoes shined enough?
Listen to the Cossack!
She straightened me out.
Felix, you were in the army four years.
Oh, look at that smile.
Bye, Uncle Osc!
When they meet, you'll hear a trill on the woodwinds.
Good.
Come on, Randy, we're getting out of here.
I'll pay for the lunch.
A snort?