Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, George, it's all Helen's fault.
Every registered voter in the building
George, he's doing us a favor.
Weezy!
I'll slip it under the door.
More like a soldier of fortune, eh?
It's just business...
Who?
for a change?
Mr. Bentley's sister is so lovely.
George...
What are you doing in here?
I did say so, but you wouldn't listen.
Weezy's got something to tell you.
Ain't no secrets between us.
Actually, Celia and I
depended on it.
What's he talking about?
This may come as a shock to you, George,
Oh, you just a token.
Say what?
is putting out a fat cleaning contract
Cousin Clarence and... his wife.
Oh, Bentley! Where you been?
Come in.
No, he did not... Don't you say it.
After all, her job brings her to America
every five or six years.
No, no, no, no! You don't understand.
After you, friend.
Besides, I took you out last week.
If you didn't want to go,
to the outside world?
Goodbye, Mr. Wittendale.
Would you two be quiet and let me think?
I want to tell you, Helen,
Whoops.
Then I brought this up just in time.