Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, at least it ain't the willies.
That's funny.
Putting anything in my eye makes me squeamish.
It ain't like the spaceman's ever gonna be confused with a horse.
I've had women patients come in here...
Bet you 5 bucks it'd involve...
Miss Hayes, it's not really their fault.
Nails to paint, hair to condition, iron to pump.
-Speaking of the doctor-- -He's dead.
I saw him this afternoon.
The most drop dead gorgeous broad...
Well, she's certainly got the Speckle in all the right places.
That was a moan.
Probably uses this tape to test the stop action.
Dr. Brill.
If you'd like a consultation, he has an opening after lunch.
...but do I want one?
...and I'm a "kinkoid"?
The great Dr. Brill had failed...
You'll enjoy prison. Lots of discipline, get to wear uniform.
-How am I gonna do that? -Like this.
Nice work, circus girl.
Men. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?
Oh, this is such a load off my mind.
David, why would anybody wanna pick a nose like that?
Maybe I'll just thumb through the brochure for a minute.
Oh, my God.
...is that a rash?
After all, a man with no lips can hardly kiss his wife.
I want justice.
-Now we're serious. -They're draughty, time-consuming.
I don't know. Do you get the feeling they might have it backyards?
Let's have a look.
Since the former is no longer within my grasp...
Miss DiPesto, what is going on?
Only a man would say something so stupid.
Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes, I don't mind telling you...