Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the only hair I have left.
Hey, guys, It's mr. X.
Woody, just get to it, Will you, please?
George: rebecca, give us A pitcher, will you?
Today is elvis' Birthday, and I'm not interested.
Sam, Why aren't you Talking to me?
Or is it just the legs?
Sam, i'm serious. I'm pretty good At it.
I know they're alive. I can hear them breathing.
It's got a lot Of hair in it.
* You want to go Where people know *
Oh, no need To be sorry.
You've all made Wonderful progress Today.
Excuse me. Do you wear that
When he leaned back In his chair
I hate it when stuff Like that happens to me.
Gentlemen, Good night.
How about that?
We were talking About you, egghead.
I mean, here I wrecked your hair,
Take the bowl Off the head.
You may recall last year
I love slumming With you.
* And they're always Glad you came *
This will really Push her over the edge.
And this is A gimme.
English bone comb, 36-39 Tines,
And we put his hand In that warm glass of water?
Damn it Woody You got gum in my hair
Woody, come into The office with me Just for a second.
They might Buy us a beer.
So what about You, cliff?