Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[lips smacking] -[train whistle blows]
You sure about this, Edward? The poon tunes were workin' so well.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I-- I totally got you.
I don't think I should do that anymore.
[jazz band playing]
-[gasps] -Oh, excuse me, miss.
Oh, my friend, I'm not sad, I'm happy.
I just can't believe Duke's mom cock-blocked him like that.
Son, come here, please.
the marvelous Harvey Brooks.
of your seemingly invincible dick,
Ooh, Andrew... Don't say Afro-Americans. You sound like Kramer.
a sophisticated girl.
I could suddenly see my whole life before me.
Okay, okay, let's slow it down now.
-on the way to church. -[laughter]
Oh, no, I was gonna say a doctor's daughter?
Coming to the stage next... Duke Ellington.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, gentlemen,
I don't watch anything on HBO.
-I can't feel my balls! -Hey, don't look down. Look at me.
Hug those keys, rub those keys.
Oh, come on. I'll get my girl to bring her sister for you.
-Boo! No! -Hooray. Opposite of boo.
Well, maybe she was jealous. I mean, Duke, you guys seemed way too close.
Uh-huh, sure you were.
Ooh.
[Duke] Ah, 1913. It was America's puberty, and my puberty too.
Next stop, Atlantic City.
Are you La La Land-ing me, kid?
or as it was known back then,