Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm dying.
Don't you get excited. You said you needed your rest.
Sanford and Son is recorded on tape before a live studio audience.
You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm coming to join you, honey.
I got it, Pop.
That's about ten feet of cigarettes multiplied by one year...
- You open it. - You really are chicken, aren't you?
You're a dirty old man, you know that?
Well, I'm just trying to protect myself.
You're all right. That's the main thing. Welcome home, son.
You're a cold, heartless old man.
You're just goin' down there.
How long you been smokin' anyway?
due to a technical fault.
Now, you gotta give 'em up. You gotta give up cigarettes.
"F" is for Fred, and yours is marked "C."
Pop, I just want you to get that cough of yours examined...
Boy, I'm tired.
It would've been okay the first time if I had remembered to take this off.
You're scared. You're afraid to go down there.
Don't come near me! That stuff is catchin'!
That's all right. I got another pair in the bag.