Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was sure there was a witch behind every wisteria.

Really? Like what?

You don't go on eating binges once a month.

Franwok is talking to me.

I would cry, scream, carry on, put on 10Ibs of water.

Come on. Let's cook them something to eat.

They are, Dorothy. They really are.

Why don't they just call it a beetle, Spanish beetle?

You don't get old and lose your appeal the way women do.

My body won't recover this time.

Well, it's no mystery. The minks won't breed because they're too old.

Music, soft lighting. What else can we do?

- It looks lavender to me. - I hated those drapes.

Dr Parks helped do that.

Let me see. Let me see.

- Was that joy? - It doesn't look like joy.

Your mother didn't tell you?

What is the big deal? It's nothing.

I am not dying, but I might as well be.

- Blanche Deveraux. - Oh, my God.

It'll be fun. We can take turns feeding him, waking up with him.

Blanche, are you sure?

Pull yourself together. You're in a psychiatrist's office.

How could you love it?