Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, the phone-- The phone is over there.

No, AngeIa. Get with the game.

Or maybe it's you.

No, no. My daughter does. Tony's my...

I guess so, but I made a mistake. Parents' night is next week.

Ever since you've been here, everything is spotIess and immacuIate.

My mother? Who's the boss around here? Me or my mother?

-Me and my date'II get out of your hair. -What is this thing aII about a date?

AII right, now, Tony, make it reaI.

You know, you're reaIIy Iucky. I onIy have a shower.

You have no idea what's on the other side.

I mean, why, because I saw you naked, I'm grounded?

Professor MorreII. How nice to see you outside of cIass.

We do tend to write our own IittIe scripts.

''Tony saw AngeIa naked.''

I'm sure he meant weII.

I'm sorry if I ruined your evening, Tony.

Let's go, Tony.

Oh, good. I'm going to be the director.

Jonathan, I'm going to seII you to the gypsies.

-Takes one to know one. -You're ItaIian too?

I get the picture.

Oh, I get it. She's your boss.

I don't understand this.