Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They want to see us in the New York field office next week.
Ladies, I think it's time to get those order forms out.
crumpled paper, a half-eaten apple.
- My God. - Buzz has a show?
to review a new Broadway musical
with all her talk about people dropping dead.
But there is a first-place ribbon
Yikes.
- Yes! - Yes? Very good.
It's thrilling. You already have
And good Shabbas, by the way.
change your cherry earrings. Too much fruit seems lazy.
not many ladies and many gentlemen.
Now, before we proceed with Hagbah,
making small talk, quoting Oscar Wilde,
I'm not in the market right now.
because somehow he knew.
Then leave my wife alone?
Maybe Philomena's wire contraption
Oh, you don't have to tell me. I was there.
Fuck this.
- Uh-huh. - Miriam Maisel!
And I don't know why you're
And she can't go back.
- Good night. - Maybe you bought the kid
I just know that last night, when I wasn't here,
Dark thought, I know.
Hope you didn't practice too hard.
but my hard-earned nest egg is kaput.
- Yes. - Damn.
"Jesus Christ, you and your fucking Aristotle.
and he wound up sprinkling sawdust
so we should probably get started.
- Leave me alone! - Stop running around. No running.
How is it a decent guy, a guy who worked his ass off
We were hiking once, and the rabbi
I warned him about those chili dogs.
I really do.
So heat would beat everything but rock.
Word of your prowess is spreading like melancholia.
What? No. The pudding has to go in there.
all of whom were good, except my daughter,
to sublet the corner of my shithole apartment?
Oh.
Remember, we discussed this? The after-marriage revelations?
♪ Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs ♪
from here, Zelda. Why don't you take a break.
And not that you care,
He had such big dreams, but who knows from dreams.
a bigshot financial investor in Buzz's dreams.
as a child, and I absorbed facts
What a lovely dress.
- and he swears he's never met him. - And it's a short list
♪ Those are people who died, died ♪
But I got her shoe. Everyone look for a limper.
Follow me.
to keep a tight lock on the altar wine.
I'm Mrs. Maisel, your host and guide for the evening.
This way, I guess.
This is new. The old one was chipped.
in my fucking apartment!
Mr. Weissman. Welcome.
and you can't get sauce
in the, uh, Village Voice.
when you're performing between a chocolate doughnut
Wasn't funny. It's sloppy.
Yes. I'm so sorry about Jackie.
Leave your beer. - There's not a lot Chico doesn't do except read.
Sweet thought, but I think I'll keep it on.
Cain killed Abel.
That's all. I'm not an actress.
Maybe she didn't recognize us.
in case you're wondering why that woman has a sewing kit.
Fun, right?
- My God, you're right. - It says call for an appointment,
ladies, and I will be right back.
but what the hell are you doing here?
I knew his laundry day.
He built whatever the hell it was he built
There's so much to choose from.
then tell me why you think someone's mother
of people you pick to do an aliyah at your bar mitzvah.
Are my feet on the ground?
I'm sure she was very nice, too.