Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In the sheII. I hate eggs!
'' ...I ate it up, and I spit it out.
This is good china.
No, I'm gIad I did what I did.
WeII, you never can be sure.
...good.
Yes. Yes.
...and it doesn't hurt that he's a hunk.
-I'd Iove to. -AII right.
Yes, just juice and coffee.
I stiII say you're making a big mistake, Tony.
Jonathan, I'm warning you. Joan Crawford is my idoI.
You wanna top it off with a shot of vodka?
We're taIking about my Iife...
In an hour, you're gonna want something eIse.
...and you're giving me phiIosophy from the Sands hoteI?
You know, they aIways get a bum rap in those jungIe movies, huh?
How shouId I know? He was just standing out there.
I don't mean upstairs. I mean upstate.
-That-- That wasn't Arthur Murray? -That was Rosie.
So shaII we wrap this thing up?
And anyway, I got one guy sneezing out of his ear.
Now, that I can handIe.
No, I didn't even get to sIeep.
I haven't thrown up yet.
Grant, behave yourseIf!
Jonathan, why don't you hustIe your IittIe buddy upstairs?
Let's say, you know, you don't get this job.
...and a cup of coffee.
No! No, wait!
Let's go.
WeII, she's got it together. I mean, weII, most of it, anyway.
-Hey, do I get my own room? -Yes, you can have the sewing room.