Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What the hell was that?

and a hundred percent chance of us freaking her out.

Referee sprayed some disinfectant on the mats. I got some in my eye.

He didn't use to be that self-conscious before high school.

Jim Perlowe, this is my sister, Claire Dunphy.

No matter what happens, I couldn't be prouder.

Why do you keep calling it a "she"?

So, after we pick up my allergy medication...

Then there was a lot of foot-stomping and cane-snapping and monocle-smashing.

Nope! There's my little bra-snapper right there.

He suggested one of us wear a hidden camera in our boutonniere.

No, no, no. You-You didn't wake me.

- But, Claire, let's just cut to the chase. - Uh-huh?

No. When I was in the caveman exhibit, I discovered fire exits.

Um, so Lily brought home lice from school.

- Our kids are wrestling each other. - Are you kidding?

I mean, I'm with her right now. I think I'd know.

I'm a little rusty. Do you remember when we used to call you "Little Rusty"?

Make up your mind! Which is it?

- What? - You don't hear that?

- Listen, you just- - What kind of monster...

Okay, she's not leaving.

She'll trust you. You're kind of dressed like an animal trainer.

♪ Hey, hey♪

Pretty funny, isn't it? That's right, it's me, Ol' Squeaky Shoes.

Yeah. Do you want to lie down with me, Daddy?