Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've had a very comfortable life,
- You know what I mean? - Uh...
than I did in five months.
Woman: Who's Joel?
and I have no idea
- They're going to notice. - I have to go.
You know,
Guess I'd better go apologize to June Freedman now.
to give my husband a better time...
and the string tie.
All that shit they say
And, uh, let's hear it for him...
* In lipstick and powder *
Well, Abe, you know them small Pennsylvania towns...
Hello.
* Noodle soup, poodle soup *
- So? - So I'm eating peanuts.
Kind of a drag, huh?
You're the vice president of...
He must have come to the club one night
Oh, great. They're here.
Thanks, Judy.
I'm never going to be a professional comedian, Midge. Never.
I'm looking for Baz.
Okay. So, uh, uh...
Joel is my husband of four years,
What are you wearing? It's not thinning.
Why the hell would you do that?
Five years we've been trying to get the rabbi,
I went by the Gaslight,
They're upstairs.
* Did you say *
especially at the beginning.
And yes, there is shrimp in the egg rolls.
and wit.
Now, I am no fan of Joel's, but you need a husband.
He's a comedian.
that takes place in there?
And my inflection is different.
I just thought,
Man: Huh.
Look at the nose. It's elongating now.
I don't understand.
And she says "Moths."
and I'll buy more notebooks.
* Contemplatin' nature can be fascinatin' *
Oh, no.
Maybe if you did, you'd like it more.
* Deal me out, thank you kindly *
...slap you in the face with old banana skins...
Ignore my head. Now, from here down,
your sister-in-law broke her toe.
You're kidding.
Why isn't he asking for the time?
What am I, a braggart? Please. How's work?
It's mine. I brought it here.
* But you're gonna get dated *
Right thigh 18.
Oh, geez.
Penny Pan. Penny Pan.
What do you mean, of course not?
No.
Pull over here. I'll just be a minute.
on this filthy, sticky stage all alone.
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I just don't want this life,
You'll learn.
- I wrote the Ted thing. - And it bombed.
Things like what? Like leaving me?
- Not quite. - I've got a rap sheet.
The whole face will be out of proportion.
the famous mad divorcée of the upper West Side.
So...
- Not really. - I'm a con now.
and I'm thinking about last week.
Rose.
that could justify what I paid for this dress.
like cancer and God.
Whoo!
Left. He packed up my suitcase and left.
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