Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not going to be all over you, trying to suffocate you.
He knows it's pointless to fight other people's battles.
Good to see you.
I'm gonna create a distraction so then we can make a break for it.
Mmm. I'm- I'm starting to feel bad about this.
No, you win an Oscar. You buy a Golden Globe.
Yeah, it's the right thing to do...
Also, I'd like to revise what I said to you in the car about biting.
- Hi! - Claire, I need to talk to you.
What is this?
Call it what you want. I'm just glad I don't have to help you with the clasp again.
Enough... with scary robot!
Oh, my God! We're trapped!
- That's not a real thing. - Yeah, wife and I brought him down there.
Oh, my God. Are you sure?
It's probably from Portia.
We can't risk infecting Claire...
Why does everybody say that?
Oh, my God! He's attacking him!
It's in the basement. The key's under the mat.
You get off of my kid!
- That- That never happened! - Hey!
I need you to win.
Ay.
Ooh, away, scary robot! Away!
No, no, no, no. Don't even.
Maybe those thuggish Pritchett genes got mixed with more evolved Dunphy genes...
- It's how men work. - Or used to work.
- Yeah, but, Claire- - Come here, Little Rusty.