Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...on making the "Vows" column of the Sunday New York Times.
I was talking to him, not you.
Man was a legend
I'll give you 20 percent, but you gotta rent the house from me.
- They said I might be learning-disabled. - Hey, didn't he tell you to go to class?
"...in regards to yourself.
Now, what's on your mind?
You wanna see my fucking garage? You never seen an oil stain before?
- It's what sisters are supposed to do. - Oh, of course, right.
Our daughter's at Columbia. My friends tell me I'm a snob...
- Oh, my God. - I think his skull is broken.
Brooke, our car is gone.
- Is that true? - Let's talk about that later.
And he goes down looking. The end of the inning.
- Can we take it out? - Yeah, we can take it out.
Apparently there's been an armed robbery.
- Cunt, right? - Yes, Elliot.
...through my shops? What?
...how many sheets of paper do you need for a googol of zeroes?
...now's the time to tell us. I mean, what went on up there?
Just got the call.
- Mom, he's fine. - Just wait until you have children.
Can I have your attention?
Poppers and wierd sex!
Remember, Carm, when they thought he had ADD?
- Hey. How are you? - Hey. How you doing, Feech?
Have a seat.
Emma Bovary destroys herself for some fantasy in her head.
So you guys like your job?
...one of the kids'll come out.
I don't know what the fuck happened to the DeWALT.
I'm here now. I'm telling you about it now.
To get him to love me as much as he loves you.
What are we gonna do, really?
So, what's up?
Nothing's ever good enough. Praise, money.
...not knowing their father's sperm...
No, I called Todd's mother and Todd came home.
We're in the middle of a movie, Mom.
A.J. stayed in the city with his friends last night, and he's not home yet.
They compliment you on your new shoes.
- He's the son. - Come on, when was that?
- Anybody else? - We need anything else...
He loves you, it's just... You're his mother, it's different.
I have never been more serious in my life.
- I am not lying. - Look at your face.
He put out his own album, Best of the Beatles.
And be home on time tomorrow. I don't want any shit from Mom.
Last year, the riccion with the Billy Budds?