Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's not what I meant.
Come on, Blanche. Let's go confess to Rose and beg her forgiveness.
Rose, I need to borrow a silk scarf tonight.
Rose, please come out and talk to us.
I looked through all the phone books,
He sounds kinda cute, Ma. Why are you avoiding him?
Besides, I have to wear undies.
Come on, Rose. Don't let this bother you. You'll date again.
Blanche. I could never dress the way you do.
Blanche, I'm not the only woman in Miami without a date.
You're remarkable, Isaac. All this and citrus farming, too.
Don't be too tough on her. Look how great you turned out.
and that's the end of Isaac Newton.
- See what I mean? - Listen, Rose.
That relationship might have a future.
Rose, exactly what did he say when you called him?
Isaac, this is where ladies go to the bathroom.
not to take advantage of you.
I guess I shouldn't push it.
Lord Byron writes poems. We just copy them onto loose-leaf paper.
- Excuse me? - Isaac, from the personals.
He's reasonably good-Iooking; he drives a new Buick Riviera;
- No. Leave me alone. - We'll just be a second.
since I was rejected by Uncle Sam.
- You're kidding. - And it's the sweetest letter.
But if anybody cute asks me to dance, make yourself scarce.
Good evening. Wilfred Whitney Cheswick here.
We both love all dairy foods,