Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hate the automatic locks.
- Thank you. Oh, Lou, you got me a candle.
[camera shutter clicks]
six-two, six-three, something like that.
I'm flattered you think I read.
You're doing this now. I mean--
- What's worse than being murdered?
He strikes me as a guy who just hangs out in the park.
- What was that? - Uh, don't ask.
- Your feet. He means your feet. He's a podiatrist.
Maggie's literally shocked every time she sees how long my toenails are.
- Babe, that was supposed to be the gift for Maggie.
but she seems to be having a great time.
Oh, I hate the security system.
Hey, do you guys have baby pictures of Maggie I can see?
- I have no idea how to turn that off.
- Oh, wow. Oh, we like him.
No? Then shut it down. - Oh.
and you're in there cutting cake?
- That is the nicest thing anyone has ever asked me.
- I don't know. It'd have to be the right moment, you know.
You can totally surprise a psychic.
It's about making her birthday better with a delightfully unexpected gift.
- Dammit - Was it an ashtray?
- I did. - You did?
You, you, you think I'm crazy?
JACK AND MARIA: Ohh!
- Ah, well, I'm glad you asked. I wrote it down somewhere.
that she wants to post.