Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Listen, Mone, I hope you Iike these rare.
He's just discriminating.
-Mother. -The man has taste.
I know you do.
...and I'm so controIIed and conservative, and....
Oh, AngeIa, eventuaIIy this stuff goes fIat.
-Thanks, Tony. -You bet your Iife.
My man, Grove. Hey, hey, Grover, baby.
No way. Now, Iook, if it's going to be my apartment, I want it to be my way.
That's why I need you, Mother.
Come in!
You pay for decorations and for furnishings. You pay for part, AngeIa.
Hi, everybody.
What is that racket?
...because I am never, ever setting foot in it. Ever!
Yeah, weII, that depends on how many extras you want, you know?
Mother, you do not put a picture window in a rustic barn.
WeII, maybe we aII do.
...together with a creative, imaginative free spirit?
HoId it with the...okay?
Hey, what do you mean, temporary? You're famiIy. Are you kidding?
...if he didn't get rid of him.
What is this?
-WeII, somehow you managed, Mona. -No, Tony, I didn't.
-Sorry. -Yeah, yeah. Hey, Mona...
Just say the secret word: AngeIa.
Take a Iook at this pIace. WouId you Iook around?
Oh, sure.
Hey, Mone, Iook at this pIace, huh? WaIIs and everything. It's great.
-There's more important things in Iife. -Yeah.