Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm making you guys An astrological Marriage chart

Of the fiercest guard dogs I've ever seen.

He went his way, And i went mine,

Mr. Gaines: Kelly, where are you?

For god's sake, can you Imagine the state of mind

But i've treated so many Emotionally scarred Husbands and wives,

Ooh! I couldn't have Held onto that rope Much longer.

You're as gallant As you are Attractive.

No. You're Misremembering, As usual.

Darling, what's Taking you so long

Mr. Gaines sounds Pretty cold and formal.

I know you hear A lot of negative Things about him,

They need him For a photograph.

Hey, come on, You guys.

And finding his wife In bed with hives.

Why don't you Give me a hand?

Move it, you deadbeats! We're closing early.

You know, kids, Astrology's Bad enough,

Are you A history buff, sam?

I know your date of birth And where you were born,

I weighed 7 pounds, 3 Ounces.

Opening a bag Of potato chips

Mr. Gaines says If you just Call them by name

My husband will be Looking for me.

Just like uncle orlo When he got caught Checking into a motel

And speak firmly to Them, they're gentle As lambs.

So what did You clowns