Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So you want a job?
That is charming.
I have a question that I have to ask you.
It is going to be fat dope.
Don't even joke about that.
Hey, loser.
Okay.
Remember, Jerry, you're supposed to sell me shoes.
Why don't you have a seat?
Usually when people want money, they get a job.
What is art worth?
Aluminum siding?
You know what you look good in?
And Greeks are just Jews without money
I'm proud of you, Jerry.
And tender flaky cakey on the outside.
I was a boozer, a user, and a loser.
You're the loser, loser.
What are you doing?
Hello?
Oh, look who's got an after-school job, if it isn't little Orphan Dorothy.
No, but I know who does.
Happy, sad.
Look, Jerry, you don't really seem dressed to come to my party.
Everybody else is going to Melissa's.
I'm not sure.
I'm a filthy, shoe-loving savage.
Oh, yeah.