Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was a friend of mine.

It's your initials.

How's that look? Is that what you're after?

Would you tell me, please, what happened?

into the psychosexual roots of athletics.

Excuse me, honey.

That's all, honey, that's all.

What? I know someone

What's a yay-yay?

than listen to a loud rock band?

That's the beaker.

It's sort of a running gag.

Well, how about it?

Why do you assume I did something wrong?

Boy, if these books were real, they would be great.

Almost all of it, anyway.

I suppose the desk turns into a bed.

You want anything?

That's what I said.

Matter of fact, he's not a very good house painter, either.

He told me not to come in so early.

( laughing lightly )

he'll give you absolutely anything you want.

I understand that Oscar deserves better

( intercom buzzes )

We used to go out for beers after the game.

all over the country.

You're the one responsible for it.

is Oscar Madison, of course.

No, but the bookcase does.

He-he won't go for it.

What if, um... hypothetically, of course,

Three and a half cents.

The Pan-American Badminton Championship?

Again he was right to fire me?

What are you doing

The high heels... No, listen to me, listen to me.

I'm speechless.

That's good. That's fine.

You got to keep abreast of things.

We never devote more than two lines to it.

All right, Felix, I admit it,

Hi, O.M. Why don't you come up and have some fun?

You need that, huh?

You got to hang loose, let things happen.

That was poor sportsmanship.

I never realized how much I really needed him.

She was galloping along...

You came down to watch the ball game.