Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My husband will be Looking for me.

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

Of the fiercest guard dogs I've ever seen.

I'm making you guys An astrological Marriage chart

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

Mr. Gaines: Kelly, where are you?

No. You're Misremembering, As usual.

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

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

Opening a bag Of potato chips

Hey, come on, You guys.

Are you A history buff, sam?

He went his way, And i went mine,

Darling, what's Taking you so long

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

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

You know, kids, Astrology's Bad enough,

I weighed 7 pounds, 3 Ounces.

Mr. Gaines sounds Pretty cold and formal.

You're as gallant As you are Attractive.

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

Why don't you Give me a hand?

Mr. Gaines says If you just Call them by name

And finding his wife In bed with hives.

They need him For a photograph.

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

So what did You clowns