Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

my practically full bottle of Chanel No.5.
- Now, what's wrong? - I lost it, Dorothy.
Ma, I told you. Stan and Chrissie got a divorce.
Never before, that's true.
Hi, everyone. It's me, Stan.
Those swabbies drift into port, park their diddies on your doorstep,
- Could we talk for a minute? - Of course. Come on.
Of course, on the second day, things took a turn for the worse.
I have been trying to figure out why you're doing this.
I told him that I couldn't see him anymore.
- What are you two doing up? - Go back to bed.
Why don't you get some more sleep?
In the middle. He was on the end till Lionel Richie left.
- Dorothy, I'm sorry. - Why, whenever I think
You remember harmless old Uncle Vito?
Just like when I was little and sold Belgian waffles alongside the road.
If they were friends, he'd still have thumbs.
He's a very sweet man.
Say yes. I need a shoulder to cry on.
- Ma, I'm wearing make-up. - Then eat by candlelight.
Or is it because she thinks she's lying?
Of course. You think I have no feelings? I'll tell you a story.
Lesson number two: The law of supply and demand.
Is she upset cos she thinks Blanche is sleeping with Stan?
sophisticated, charming man I've met in ages.
I'm 80. You gotta enunciate.
- Your husband. - I don't have one.
The point is, you forgot lessons one and three. Quit being an idiot.
I wish I could explain it but I can't.
Bacon lettuce and potato.
advance notice when you're expecting a gentleman.
You're going out with Stan tonight?