Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"i could at least buy a newspaper.

you're suffering

"oh, mr. belpit, your legs are so swollen."

and i want you to tell me

nature sits in stern mastery over these rocks and crags.

i know, i know.

they were kind of personal...

wordsworth's "i wandered lonely as a cloud"

you make me sick, you weed!

there, now, where's the bleeding wire?

i'm right on my uppers.

no, doctor, no.

bring back the old canvas ones, i say.

actually, i'm a gynecologist, but this is my lunch hour.

that we've lived through something before

who make pat diagnoses of patients' problems

out of being a pilot, wouldn't it?

missed. now, mr. uh...

"oh, mr. belpit, they're so swol... swollen."

i suppose pater thought they were a bit common

yes, um, you know...

right, well, i'd better turn

60% success, eh?

could you show mrs. pim

that strange feeling we sometimes get

and pancho here doesn't have to move at all.

and milton's "can you lend us two bob till tuesday?"

afraid our regular psychiatrist

i'm a flying man, you know, yes.

i'll show you whether i'm on a wire or not.

yes, yes. yes, yes

and do some aptitude tests.

the british airline pilots association

pardon me, but i'm off to play the grand piano.

i feel the time has come to confirm he is a dumbass