Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jug, I don't care what my mom or the weatherman are saying.

No one should be out in this ice.

But you know what I am not gonna do?

But the one thing we always did,

Well, I wanted witnesses,

Well, you can make it up to me tomorrow night.

Riverdale's new mayor was grabbing all that he could.

of a carefully-planned performance art piece.

Something I haven't yet said.

Neither was that...

Oh! You mean writing your Baxter Brothers sample?

I'm not sure what you're here for,

I have a drawer full of weapons that I confiscated off of the kids.

Uh, I got it, Mom.

[Archie] You sure you still wanna come, Mom?

What did you do to him?

I swear to you,

might I suggest we reminisce about some Thanksgivings of yore?

And you're eating those meat pies we prepared especially for you.

What do you say, FP, huh?

There's a category-four ice storm heading towards Riverdale like the wrath of God.

But there's a possibility...

Go, go, go, go!

[Mary] Yeah, it's Thanksgiving.

Well, he didn't leave a note.

Oh, you guys are just so cool.

I can finally live out my Charlie Brown fantasy

I will be taking over Mr. Chipping's seminar.

I'm not so sure that Donna isn't playing us, Jug.

they drowned out the wind, until...

What was Mr. Chipping's first name?

[Veronica] Never.

By the time spring thaw comes around, the salmon will have gobbled up his eyes.

Yes! Okay, I will have

He believed in that.

Okay, so is there a rule that says that you can't be both?

Ms. Dickinson, please.

I think you beat my boy Dodger into a coma,

[breath hitches] But then he got... aggressive.

-And my mom. -And grandma.

Sure, but in the meantime, how...

but also, considering you and I are going to be the only ones on campus,

Of your grandfather

Case closed, Detective Jones.