Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why don't you let me conk your knees with my rubber mallet?
The female...
What's the matter? Missing a few beans?
You said something about hell in a handbasket--
What's this all about, boys?
I'll catch up with you later.
Come to bed, Alex.
I sleep all the time but still feel exhausted.
So I take out my five iron. Swing.
...and ask you and beg you and shame you...
You better be sure your Blue Cross is paid up, bucko.
...it's a cocktail party. Let's have some hot hors d'oeuvres.
Move it, move it, move it, kids.
-How about giving me a hand? -Sure.
-Now? -Right now.
-Is she still upstairs getting dressed? -She'll be down in a minute.
-Really? -Really.
Spur-of-the-moment get-together?
How right you are, sir.
When are things at their best with women?
You're jealous, aren't you?
Oh, I know.
...in the trunk of your car, would you?
Golly, it's been a long time.
-Mr. Addison. -Look at that...
I'm sorry he got so upset.
"You better be doing it because you like to open people up...
...to lay her eggs, while the male just stands there...
Bertie, just take a look around this place.
-Rumaki, have some. -Rumaki, huh?
-Excuse me, Mr. Addison. -What is it, Agnes?
It certainly has. Where's Mr. Couzens?
You leaving?
So I'm six months from graduating...