Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He wants you to meet his friend, R.C.

I'm starving. We've been playing shuffleboard for hours.

- Small world. - Isn't it?

Well, R.C., where next?

- Is this one of your inmates? - Yeah, as a matter of fact, she is.

- R.C., R.C. - Friend, friend.

White, male, 34.

This is the first chance I've had to sit down and enjoy a really decent meal.

- Kim? Wanna help me? - Yes, Father.

Well, let's forget Dobey for a minute.

Oh, you cute little thing, you.

...I'm hardly ever home. Sorry.

- Do you wanna take this, Starsk? - No, go right ahead.

I'll have you know I missed breakfast.

It says here he sometimes tends bar at the Glitter Club.

Wait a minute. We tried that.

If this creation could sing, dance and whistle Dixie...

And this note? Why, that's almost a confession.

No, no one on the current list.

- What does that mean? - It means he understands. Speed up.

You got me drinking water.

Please don't cry.

Captain, more than that...

...is out in the city.

Believe me, everything is gonna work out for the best.

He's walking around.

Why didn't you blow a bugle too?

All right, now I want you to come outside with me. Right now!

- Hey, kitty, kitty. - That one looks more like me than you.