Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've got to stop pretending I'm some perfect angel. I'm not.
Rose, don't look.
so I rolled over and flung my legs over my head.
- Play with Michael. - He's not here.
Hi there.
He thinks he should be travelling over the country, trying to find himself.
- He said it's a back problem. - Thank God he's a specialist.
Wait. Where are the wooden shoes I carved out of cheese?
he has seen since Julie Newmar.
- When a woman's at her peak... - This is my child.
- I'm so glad you did. - You play jazz?
But I'm tired of being on my back.
Stop torturing yourself. None of this is your fault.
One night, Bobby Jo Springer had escorted me back to my dormitory
You're still upset with me about last night?
You go through life not thinking.
That's a good idea, Blanche.
- OK, every other week. - Good, you're forgiven.
I passed out at the World of Wool.
Who are you, Mr Spock?