Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They knew.
...you know, it's my responsibility and...
And pigeons push you around.
Oh, Carla, there's no need to.
I mean, you know, no secret handshakes or anything.
A green stick.
Be right back.
So am I, Dan. I really am.
Selma, can you help out a lady in distress here?
You won't like it. Trust me. You get bugs in your eyes.
- Judge Robert T. Willard. - Nice to meet you. Hey, neat robe.
- Or a prude. - You ever made love with the lights on?
There. I threw all my clothes out the window.
- But I suppose he's your type. - He's a sensitive, intellectual, complex man.
Well, most any of us.
Harry, do something.
- Whatever turns you on, honey. - Thank you.
Come on, kids, it's party time. The refreshments are this way.
What were you two talking about?
Jelly Roll Morton gets the blues.
- Who'd you vote for? - The right of privacy is a guarantee...
I don't really think I'm interested.
Look it up.
Honey, I don't know what those words mean...
I noticed. Thanks.