Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's near Columbia Pres and Greg wants a yard.

And Steven, my son... he's at Boston College...

Nice piece of property, though.

You know, that's the great thing about a place like this...

He seems amenable right now.

Don, can I talk to you for a second?

New drinks, new copy or both?

Should we take a tour?

Well, that's a relief. Sally, your food's getting cold.

And you still say Daiquiri Beach.

She's not moving now.

You don't tell me what to do.

They think you're foolish.

Don't you just love looking at her?

- You're so beautiful. - Thank you.

You know what? Enough shop talk.

- But of course this is your second. - Uh, third.

I'll give you all four for $10, plus delivery.

I'll just have whichever one you don't want.

It's Saturday, for God's sake.

You think they make no money now?

Oh, I don't move that well right now.

Because you are going to spend the weekend being our slave.

You just wait. All hell's gonna break loose.

and the effeminate orientals

I did this at home... threw on a little shoe polish.

Are you kidding? We'll end up with nothing.

Don't hand out your card.

I don't know. I get a nosebleed anywhere above 86th Street.

We're going to dance.

But it moves around in there.

When's the last time I saw you?

I'm here to dance, aren't you?