Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just a minute. Come on back over here.

Hey, my brother-in-law, how you doin'?

Well, I don't think you should eat that thing.

Now she probably will be.

No, it — That's not what I meant.

Huh. Everybody I know needs a job.

I knew I was meant to give you... Elvis's comb.

And I drove down Elvis Presley Boulevard.

Close that old pro.

- Carl Perkins. - Elvis.

This doesn't look anything like Yokohama.

I think I heard this one a hundred times.

Why don't I get it on and get out and write some letters, telegrams.

- You're on. - Rack 'em up, Earl. Rack 'em up.

So we're comin' in to Memphis, I tell him I'll drop him anywhere he wants.

Uh, that'll be 22.17.

♪ Blue moon ♪

What are you looking at?

Final call for Flight 607 to Rome now departing from Gate 6.

He would have to play that song somewhere between seven and 11 times that night.

Hey, my turn in front.

Anyway, Sam finally found a song he liked and he said — and I quote —

- Jesus, Johnny! - Hey, make 'em quart.

♪ Train number three has been gone ♪

Otis Johnson, please meet your party at ticket counter —

I really love that girl.

You gotta clean that up.

I saw on the television the other day where those Chine...

- If they don't know I'm his brother-in-law. - Aw, shit, Charlie!

You look like a damn mosquito-legged chimpanzee.

with one of my personal early, early morning favorites...

"Thank you kindly, sir, for picking me up."

It was almost a year ago this very night.

Please pick up the nearest white courtesy phone.

Are you sure you don't want any of those magazines?

Memorial Hospital shortly after midnight.

"Excuse me, sir, but in a year from now...

This way I could, like, save a little money and, like, get on my own two feet...

Why'd you have to kill him?

- This is a very funny story. - I know.

I should go home. I'm kinda tired.

Do you know, uh...

And when you're dead, you don't get to sleep ever again.

Well, I — I don't rightly know myself.

Hey, Will, think you could just drop me off now?

Gee, I'm real sorry. I guess it's, like, not my day or something.

Ain't they got enough women over there?

Carl Perkins, Howling Wolf...