Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A burly angel who knew how to put away the corned beef.
- Which one was I? Cagney or Lacey? - Lacey.
Don't blame me. It's the business.
Boy, I can't believe security is so lax on this show...
Should I draw a penis on his face?
Oh, right. Ha-ha-ha.
And if it turns out it ain't me, I'm gonna be all:
Taxi.
I'll be right there. No time to call Donna. I'll just text her.
But no matter how you feel...
Shooting?
No, Mr. Gooding Jr. And I are simply dear, dear friends.
- Thank you. - Well, then, I think it's time for a makeover.
Ugh, an Arby's Big Beef 'n Cheddar Melt? This is the problem.
I marked them all in this guidebook.
Cartoon bears never wear pants.
It sounds like it might be time for a little, uh, second honeymoon.
Donna, if you won't accept my apology, I hope you'll accept this.
It started as my Emmy-night cleanse, and after six wins, I couldn't stop.
Shared? Forty years ago I hired this man to assemble a Soloflex machine...