Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got the RSVPs myself. Adam and Michael. Felix and Jordan.
No, Ben, you don't have to do that. It's so late.
You're like a cat at an old-folks' home who curls up next to somebody about to die.
I was halfway through straightening my hair.
I know my way around a kitchen. My mom's an alcoholic.
so I'm gonna crash in the showroom.
Monday!
No excuse, no gift.
Oh! (laughs) Hello again. How can I help?
(door slams) GLORIA: Jay! Jay?
Just like the rich and famous. Sheila, finger.
- Say "Brie." - Brie!
I mean, we rarely get times like this anymore.
You didn't make enough noise last night?
I'll be there in, like, five to-- (tires screech)
I don't know what's more shocking--
-(crying) I'm sorry. -(crying) I'll never be the son he wants.
Oh. ALEX: At least we know why you were late.
Sometimes she is so oblivious. (sighs)
They have taken pictures at every table but ours.
to the little boy's room.
What "uh-oh"? (warning beep)
Eavesdropping? Trolling for business?
Sorry. We couldn't help overhearing you overhearing us.
You see, even ironing is a delight here,