Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MORK: Will you folks talk a little louder? I can't hear a word you're saying!

Mind... It's hard to propose to a moving target. Mind.

ORSON: Mork, no Orkan has entered into a marriage since our dark ages.

Oh, yes, thank you for your blessing.

or the brightest,

Just tell her. You can do it. Tell her, tell her...

[SINGING] You see this guy

and give it to the poor.

Don't talk to me about a son-in-law.

Mind, you've been in there all night. Are you gonna come out?

Oliver was a goldfish.

- What did she say? - Put the roast in the oven.

Well, then you're stuck with C.

I was there. I blew it.

You haven't had a date like that with an earthman.

Now, honey, let me see if I can... I can say this tactfully.

Maybe some infinite intelligence in this cosmos

and will you marry me?

Did she come in yet?

- Come on. - Okay.

not Barbarella.

or sit on his face,

Make a small mental note:

Oh, Mork, if I married you,

but it worked for Prince Charles.

- It's a blessing. - It's barbaric.

That's all right. I subscribe to the National Enquirer.

The chances are, you can't.