Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's from Italy, a place called Venice.

There was no Christmas bonus last year.

She's getting to the bottom of the pot.

You ain't gonna give this to your girlfriend.

But Granny, in all fairness, I... I'll be fair.

Oh, she ain't no Jezebel.

Now get upstairs and get out of my good suit.

That white powder covers the rosy glow of youth.

Miss Jane, would you do me a big favor?

So I can make a hit with that beautiful Italian cook.

Now it's gonna be my bridal outfit.

Uh, yes, ma'am, but... Oh, then... Miss Maria, ma'am, I'm just gonna have to come out and see this blunt.

Whatcha cookin', Maria?

Fatback, cacciatore.

She'll see him as the noblest Roman of them all.

Water's blown up to the wind!

You figure out what he's talking about?

So, uh, what I'm about to say has got nothing to do with that.

Granny, can I come in?

Miss Jane, have you seen Maria?

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Me and Pauline had no luck at all.

Oh, here she comes.

Y'all come back now, hear?

Don't force me to watch the scandalous goings-on between you and that woman.

Everything will quiet down after Granny's funeral.

I reckon it's because the short ones are so distressing.

Well, boy, I guess that tells better than I can how desperate things is.

Grande bellissimo.