Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Dad, you're going to the hospital pretty soon, huh?

I guess Mom told you all about last night, huh?

- Oh, Dad. - Oh, Richard.

Then I'm sure Richard wouldn't mind keeping an eye on it for the day.

My father got sick and I can't go.

What are you doing, Marion?

One to forget my sore throat, and one to forget this sock around my neck.

That's okay, man. You don't have to keep on thanking me. It's all right.

Mickey wouldn't have locked himself in.

Richard, don't worry, I'm fine.

- Right, Richard? - This Saturday?

You're right. Better tell him you need it for school.

And how many ancient Egyptians do you see around today, huh?

Well, you could start by giving me the money.

Well, who else's sore throat would I have?

I got another one. Here. "But, lady, I'm not quite in the elevator yet."

Hello, could I speak to Mr. Phelps, please?

and play with your Hula-Hoop for a while?

Now, Howard, there is nothing to worry about.

Well, I was gonna take Arlene to the rock 'n' roll show tonight.

...but I'm not saying a word.

- Yeah. - Oh, that's fantastic.

Well, I'm not sure that you should talk to him now. He's resting.

- Come on, now, open. - I don't want to.

See, I'm funny. I'm funny.

Oh, no. No, thanks.

Yeah, sure, you're glad, but Debbie ain't so glad sitting in that phone booth.

You're having another one of your sore throats?