Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So I waited two hours and this Dr. Next never even showed up.

I don't understand. Are the Bulls in the playoffs?

Muriel, what the hell are you doing?

Muriel, no means no.

I'm afraid there are no more pills for you. You're cured.

I feel a little dizzy. Gillespie...

(SCOFFS) Wouldn't that be the final kick in the ass?

It's goofy without being stupid.

No more parallel parking.

What do you need? Shrimp? You like shrimp?

Well, fine, I don't need your damn, stupid pills.

Then, it gets a little tricky.

Yeah, can't feel that, either.

I think the only thing left is for you to, you know,

Look, I got you some nice non-fat fat back and tofu pig's feet.

I could have killed you five minutes ago,

(BREATHES DEEPLY) I'm gonna kill that boy.

Man, just one pill left.

Out of my way, I'm leaving,

Now, how do I make one pill last the rest of my marriage?

I'm telling you I'm so excited I can barely breathe

Good night, Muriel.

Like the kind we rekindled this past week.

Man, oh, man, bingo!