Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

O... Kay.
You too, Gayle. Good-bye.
Wow. Makes sense. Thank you, Rob.
I don't know what to say.
♪ Hey, An-An... hey, An-An, hey, An ♪
I tried to tell you.
Yep. No more stinkin' like salami for me.
you don't have to pay up front for the distributor package.
I was gonna stay home with the kids.
Damn it, Tina and your stupid English cottage!
Vroooooom Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Yeah. They're like pens, but...
Hi, Louise. It's your Aunt Gayle.
Tina! Aunt Gayle wants to talk to you!
♪ Hey, Ange! ♪
Go back in, and I'll put this diffuser in there with you.
- Yeah. - My old one weighed a ton.
Are you just saying that so I won't want to try it?
I found another corner-piece.
Hey, neighbor! Thanks for helping me do this.
Aah! It's locked!
God, e-commerce has come so far. What? You were thinking it.
- Right! - I'm not crazy. He's crazy!
You know what I mean. Do I look... okay?
You could sell... ice to people in Iceland.
I did. I... lived in Iceland after college.
- Huh? - Tell her!
- That's pretty dark. - Oh, now it's dark. Right. Yeah.
but I guess she's out with your dad doing married stuff.
the peppermint oil.
- Do you mean "Achilles"? - No, "a-chillies,"
You know what? I'm gonna go out there and just tell Mom myself.
Mom, we don't want what happened to Aunt Gayle to happen to you.
Yeah. She just poops and sleeps, Angie.
since I don't hear any conga line music.
make us wear burlap sacks.