Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And you want to know if I brought you some cigarettes.

You're all right, son. Ain't nothing wrong with you.

- I need my glasses. - Well, go get your glasses.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

I don't think you heard what I said, Pop. I said it's free.

What's the matter with you? You know I'm sick...

Want to get this house fumigated. Go to work and I'm sick with TB.

You know what that's like, Pop?

Ever change jobs because of a lung problem?

- What are you talkin' about? - I saw it in one of them medical shows.

Now, a pack of 20 cigarettes is 60 inches or 5 feet.

Get away from her.

But there's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine.

But I'm the one who'll have to be here all alone.

Well, did you? Did you bring them? I told you to bring me cigarettes.

I'm dying! I can feel myself getting weak.

I further leave you personally... "

You want them to find something wrong with me, don't you?

And anyway, she's closer to my age.

I could've took her out. She's pretty.