Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I need a grapefruit. - What?
but I don't know, I was just in that kind of a mood.
I really miss that place.
- Is there something crawling in my hair? - Where do you want to go?
- No, anything's fine. - All right.
Sweetbreads.
Everyday things that I must have witnessed a hundred times before...
It is going to be a bad, depressing Lifetime movie...
And she didn't do it in front of me.
smaller classrooms, better tomatoes. It all seems perfect.
I have an idea. I'll probably go first.
Listen. I have my father with me all day.
I just realized you have three cups of coffee in the morning.
- Lost it? Was it temporary or laminated? - Laminated.
- It was good for you to get out like that. - Yes, it was.
- How much do you like her? - Do what you got to do.
- You're going there? - Yes.
People. They're very upset with the color of that fence.
that it was 100% safe.
I'm trying to grasp it.
We're going to blow the lid off the seedy underbelly of small-town life...
- Hello, Emily. - Nice to see you.
We got married, went to Europe, we came back, he went to work...
- About what? - Antennas up.
I never thought about retirement.
- Really? There's no one at all? - No, I'm totally single.
I know you do, but everyone in this room should care...
I've got this.
I've drawn a picture of what the box looks like...
Do the Florida people know about you?
Perhaps the timing was a little off.
- The what? - It seemed fitting to name it after you.
- Harvard. - Yeah.
I said what I had to say in order to get the linen before somebody else did...
I don't think I've ever loved you quite as much as I love you right now.
You know, when I was in college, there was this horrible little diner...
- why you can't have that car. - Really? Thanks.
- Sold. - I'll get the Hawk.
- This is it. - What?
All right, everyone, we should get working.
Is that saying anything?
and Nancy McKeon will be playing me. I am Jo.
- I'll be right back. - Thanks.
Nothing. Just an observation, that's all.
The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, The Washington Post...
White picket fences, low crime rate...
and call Gandalfi's and order a case of champagne.
- Last Thursday. - For heaven's sake.
There are many things in life that we don't like...
But after the two of you, that's it. No more room for anyone else.
- Got it, plus four boxes of red vines. - Let's go.
We had it thoroughly checked.
You were flirting with him.
That was my linen delivery guy.
Carl Anderson needs a new roof.
Trying just to blend in, fade away, observe.
I appreciate that.
- A car. Your car. - No.