Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am on my way to UCLA for to pick up my PhD.

Now, you'll be the envy of every bird watcher in town.

And use a lazy daisy stitch.

You will be after the head transplant.

You neanderthals!

This poor man's head is falling apart like an egg shell.

Look at this, Jed.

Well, that is egg shell.

He's already got a mustache.

Now, wait a minute.

Attaquez cet canaille!

I have but to give the command, attacke, and he will attacke.

All he needs is a little fresh air.

Once they do that, they'll have a better feeling for this sad beginning.

Oh, please, dear, come with Daddy.

All right, everybody to the mansion.

Miss Jane, she's got the head for Mr. Black.

I certainly can improve your looks.

Yes, but he's suffering from what us doctors call magnesia.

Who's gonna believe that a sophisticated international playboy like I is from the sticks?

This is the last straw!

No, but I wouldn't bet on yours.

Man can't live with a skull that thin.

You don't think that's a magnificent mansion?

He sure got a nasty whack on his head when his wife chucked him through that door.

Ain't you got no romance?

I demand that you demolish this ugly, broken-down old ruin.

Now, let's just go along with everything he wants.