Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a 62 % higher rate of cancer in people who live with smokers.
A perfectly good head of lettuce, just peel off the outer layers.
- Mollie, how's Mickey? - Mikey.
If you don't hold still, I can't do this. It doesn't hurt.
Nothing would come out.
Pearlman's doing the bank recs. Rubenstein's doing the quarterlies.
What are you trying to say? You don't want me to move in yet?
- Do this. - Jeez!
You're pushing it. All right, it's a deal.
...a month. But I get to accumulate air time.
Bill always says no problem. The man can't speak English.
Is getting pregnant by a married man responsible?
He doesn't have a scratch on him.
Could be peaches Could be lunch meat
Miss, excuse me...
Look at all those daddies.
Let's walk.
- I was baby-sitting for you. - That means the baby stays here!
Too much fruit
My biological clock is ticking...
- I think you're going to enjoy it. - I'm sure I will.
I was studying to pass a CPA exam, -
- Are you doing your Lamaze? - Look out!
He's not a hostage! He's a mean old bastard!
All right, I'm on the case now.
Right down here, kids. Here we go.
- This is a good place to spot him. - Mikey!
No problem, I can do this. I can drive.
Let me try that.
Let's get your face cleaned up. You want to look good for her.
Beth only gained 21 pounds. She jogged three miles a day.
Free phone calls, free lunches... You're a scam artist.
- Nothing's wrong. - Louie, something's wrong.
He said, "Don't hit girls, even if they're asking for it."
"By the second trimester they are identifiable."
I'll give you your first lesson. Put your hand on my stick.
I'm doing a good job. This is easy! What a good sensation!
Mikey?
Don't you want a smart baby?
What a surprise!
He probably thinks we're going to end up together.
He looks so sweet with the kids. If only Beth would stop throwing up.
- He'll ask about his daddy. - I want James to be the daddy.
His father's in piece goods. His mother works in cosmetics.
- You're stealing my mail! - I'm not stealing your mail.
- That's lda's grandson. - Come on, I'm in a hurry.
Hit me. Hit it again.
I don't know about you, but I'm beat.
Esther... I'd like you to meet my grandson.
- It's Mikey. - He's asleep.
Crying, I can handle that.
- You put it in your pocket! - These are mine.
Could be Peaches Could be lunch meat
- You want to go flying? - That would be way too expensive.
Hey, there goes James.
God! I need some drugs.
- Come on. - Here.
Mommy and her baby...
When Beth had the girls, she had a reading of their past lives.
Is he taking a dump? No he’s thinking real hard.
That silver plane is a VJ-10.
I want to report a missing baby.
Right back at you, babe.
- He does not. He looks perfect. - You don't look so hot yourself.
- I'll baby-sit. - Come on...
What Candy!? The Bastards Stole My Candy!
What are you trying to say? Mikey, don't touch that.
Move it!
- Can you say black coffee? - No.
I finally got you both together.