Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's what I get for taking a topless waitress and giving her a chance to become an actress.
Let's go.
Oh, hey, Miss Rebecca.
Just room and board, same as the rest of us.
Okay, come on, Jerry.
There goes the father!
Bring it on!
This check won't be any good.
Grappling grin.
Are you hurt?
The fight is over!
Get up from there, Jekyll!
This is a tag team match.
Of course not.
She wants to talk to me about the mortgage on Donnybrook Farm.
Youngins?
Well, it... $10,000.
Give her the lovin' cup, Essie.
And I'm with my sick mama and my crippled daddy.
It's too bad there wasn't room for your name.
Not anymore.
You know how I done that, boy?
We have work to do at the office.
That's the way I want it.
Maybe you'd best hang on to your cane.
Don't tell me she believes that story about you wrestling just to pay off the mortgage?
You ain't, huh?
Hail to the champ!
Oh, how are you?
Exactly.
Our fight promoter Gene Booth certainly looks happy.
My mama's sick, and my daddy's crippled.
Let's do it for them.