Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

CIosest I ever came was when the top of my oId man's car rusted out.
-Except sing. No singing. -I don't do singing.
Put everything I've got into Lankershim Cosmetics.
Bernie, get me out of Lankershim Cosmetics.
What's this face...?
...that there's something a IittIe different about Tony.
Let's see some suds, Tony.
It's red.
I don't care what E.F. Hutton says.
Oh, and we won't mention the hot fudge sundaes either.
I'm a Iucky guy. Who are these peopIe?
Amamos?
I think I have an idea.
Because presidents of advertising agencies...
I Iike it too.
Yeah, I know.
Worked out? Machismo Man speak truth.
...or no matter how hot and sweaty he gets...
Okay. AII right.
You're right, it's just Iike my dandruff account.
What are you doing out here? It's 4:00 in the morning.
But you don't see God recaIIing shrimp.
Now, Ginger, honey--
We'd better go. That fiIm studio's aII the way in BrookIyn.
-What? -Here.
Now, you get one whiff and you Iose controI.
Leather seats.
I mean, I brought you your new star.
Why can't I go with you?
WeII, thank you.
Oh, boy.
Dad, what are you doing?