Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No wine, please. No, no.

- He's used to it by now, anyway. - Good.

Wash it, scrub it, get it off, hose it off...

Wait till I tell them at home that I've met him.

- What's that idiot doing? - I just asked that.

Good idea. I gotta get downstairs before Conchita cools off.

Bartender, we been fishin'. Caught ourselves a little Injun.

Marty! Clutterbuck says if we don't wrap this location today, it's your neck.

- God, what a state I was. - I can imagine.

Hey, let's go struggle in the straw, huh?

AdiÛs! Hold on, Conchita! I'm comin'!

I'd better find something to put on and call a cab.

Oh. Here's your hat.

The picture, yeah. It was going fine until some idiot blew up the set.

It's quite all right. Call me if there's anything I can do.

- I didn't mean to offend you. - Now listen here, young lady.

but the heart of a child is pure."

My clothes are wetting the bed.

Nothing to lose

"Wisdom... is the province of the aged,

Well, this is where I live.

- Do you want to hear another saying? - Yes.

I've seen every one of your films.

Have a drink. Go ahead.

How the hell could a thing like that happen?

- Come on, baby. - Why don't we go back downstairs?

Get him, gal! Grab him by the wigwam! I'll wait right here for ya!

We take him outside now and wash all the soap off!

- How are you? - Fine. Is this your elephant?

Just relax. Just...

Well, I can see it.