Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, one thing's for sure.
No!
Yeah, okay, baby.
He's awfully cute.
Now, Harold, before you jump to any conclusions, he's not a grocery delivery boy.
Why, because you feel it's a disgusting display of decadence and opulence?
Uh, Margaret, I don't want to butt in, but I think you screwed something up there.
You know, kids, I think a glass of wine would help me to calm my nerves.
When I get back, you better have a glass of wine in your hand waiting for me.
Oh, sure.
Let's be on our way.
I never thought I'd sit down for my standing ovation.
Oh.
Yeah, well, that was kind of my idea.
Okay, bye, dear.
The evening's not over yet.
That's an amusing notion, Sharon.
Two to one, you can tell it's an old perfume-soaked gag.
Hey, what's the idea, sister?
Yeah, for 20 bucks.
There'll be a truck over to your home at daybreak to pick up all the things I've given you.