Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me, where are we? Earth.
We're pretty sure.
- ... while they had me in custody. - Really?
No, it's a tarragon.
Could you not tuck the blankets in?
No! You made a mistake, Kramer.
I guess they're people that wanted to be sketch artists...
Sickies like you always do.
What? The wise guy, the little kid, the bellhop, the ballplayer?
- Excuse me, what street are we on? - I don't know.
What's the matter? Are you crazy?
- No, of course not. - It's enough with the bar already.
Last week on Seinfeld.
- You know, I haven't eaten anything. - I just wanna call the police.
- Yeah. - That's very nice.
- Should I take some? - I think that's a 519.
Get me-!
Yeah. All right.
Yeah, okay, yeah. All right. Look, I'll be out of here by noon.
How'd you know about the guy in the park?
I couldn't have breakfast. It was lunchtime.
I don't know where we are. Where are we?
What do they think? We live in a jar...
Maybe the door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman, but not you.
- But you could. - Oh, yeah. Of course we could.