Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hello, frasier.

What--what--what was he,

You know, A program like ours

I don't drink Champagne. Thanks.

Lilith is carrying A dead rat in her purse.

Are you saying That you sometimes

Darling, i did What i had to do.

Did you sleep ok?

My child's education Is almost destroyed.

I know what we Call it, frasier.

Paul. You ready?

* Takin' a break From all your worries *

The very fact that you Think of whitey As an animal

But i knew if left him At the lab,

What's the matter With public school?

Paul's not funny.

You stick with it.

Your bodies Will feel lighter,

By you introducing Me to some Of your friends,

She only goes out With guys who are heavy.

Forget i brought it up.

Heh. Dare me? Dare you.

I'm gettin' Some action out of it.

You sit around Stuffing your faces All day long,

It's good To see parents That care so much.

I want to pour you A glass of champagne.

I'm--i'm so sorry.

Maybe she's One of these women

If you know What i mean.

That this bastard took And threw in the trash!

* Sometimes You want to go *

Oh, my god. What are these?

That's what we call A crisis.

How you feeling there, Lilith?

I didn't mean to imply

To hook up To your electrodes.

We could, Couldn't we?

Why would she be carrying A dead rat in her purse?

Usually we don't Get attached to the rats,

From who's afraid Of virginia woolf?.

No, darling. I--i trivialized Your grief.

Boy, i'll say, Rebecca,