Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I'm sorry, but I don't have an answer for you.

I think she's avoiding me. I just wanna know what's going on.

-[Jack] Listen. -[Mel] What?

I'm so, so sorry.

But if we don't help out, it will be an absolute disaster.

Ooh, we could raid the bakery tent.

And it ended badly.

-I'm really sorry. -Hm.

The treetop race is about to start.

Why? There's nothing else to talk about.

Well, how am I gonna oversee multiple games all by myself?

Well, loggers sometimes use harnesses when they fell branches.

'Cause I got my trauma kit right here.

[applause and cheering]

[sighs] Carol Foreman has a migraine.

-[loud knocking] -What-- All right, all right!

[exhales deeply]

-Can we talk about it later? -Yeah.

Yeah, but, I mean, you know as well as I do, Iraq changed all of us.

I think I just ate something that didn't agree with me.

Hey, I'm sorry! Jim Tull twisted his ankle at the log-rolling, and I had to--

-You went through my purse? -No, I-- No, I didn't.

Now, why don't we go down to the trails and see if we can go horseback riding?

Isn't that, like, two hours away?

Looks like everybody's here. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,

I just wanna help you.

[Doc] Well, that's not right.

Look, I know I already said yes to this, but, um, what exactly is a tree race?

-Keep an eye out, will you? -Sure.

I was just having such a bad day.

Okay, buddy, here we go.

She just texted. She'll be here in a second.

I'm sorry to interrupt you.

You'll be grown before you know it!

over at the log-rolling tent, so…

-[Brie clears throat] -Um, any luck?

No, but ever since you got back from Iraq,

Hey, Jack, honey, where's your Jill?