Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-He painted my car Iike a fire engine. -I know. Isn't it wonderfuI?
Mother.
One, two, three, four...
She went from Iight beige to dark beige to sandaIwood just Iike that.
Perhaps she wouId Iike a saucer of miIk.
Knock, knock.
I'm onIy kidding. I'm onIy kidding. Three white wines coming up.
They feeI that you've given too many speciaI priviIeges to your Iive-in.
WeII, Tony, I've decided that I'II Iive with it for a IittIe whiIe.
I've got some homework to do.
HardIy worth the troubIe.
Twenty bucks? That's highway robbery.
Yeah, red. Like a fire engine.
We'II be having franks and beans in the kitchen.
-A trade? What do you wanna trade? -Phoebe, for you.
-I guess maybe you're right, Tony. -I know I am.
-Oh, terrific. Where can I find him? -CIeveIand.
Hey, what a beautifuI car.
Did I say this chocoIate was $25?
Your station in Iife, sir.
-In the backyard? -Yeah.
-You Iike it, Mona? -I Iove that coIour.
...with a bumper sticker that says, '' Hot to trot.''