Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(coughs)
I will, I will give you a call.
Grace: Um, I'm just talking to these men.
Right. So I have Reardon and your dad in the same week.
She was found dead.
So you're back to thinking that he's, um, that he's bipolar.
to take measure of ourselves
Mm-hmm.
And what about Mrs. Alves' husband?
on a very delicate operation, here.
Amanda: You know, we should go talk to her.
Now I'm stressed about being stressed, so...
("Dream a Little Dream of Me" playing)
-(door closes) -Henry: What was that about?
That's what I know.
-We have a new mom. -Oh.
-We have to go. -Mom--
Well, is it possible that, as your mom might say--
-than it is about this other man. -(door opens)
I'm so sorry. I just--
-We are paying these criminally high rates. -Would I?
-Beg your pardon? -Yeah.
-And who was the friend? -Um...
-(toilet flushing) -Grace: Oh, uh...
special attention.
Most of them are very kind. They're...
-Woman: 1,000! -Diane: $1,000!
I don't think so.
-Woman 2: UH, CAN YOU SPELL THAT? -Fraser. F-R-A-S-E-R.
Ladies' tea. Planning the fundraiser.
It's a fabulous turnout. I was worried that people wouldn't show,
-A FOURTH GRADER? -Grace.
And please, don't be intimidated.
♪
-Henry? Henry? -Henry: What?
The next minute, he's borderline abusive.
-Oh, hi, Grace. -Grace: Hi.
Really? Is she?
Who is gonna stand up and clang that bell?
Are we upsetting you, doctor?
No.
Naked.
-Okay. -Grace: Good.
No more smoothies. You never, ever clean up...
Yes. What happened?
It's always the fucking husband.
(WHISPERING) I will fix this.
What?
Uh, 500, and I will throw in my husband.
God, this is awful. Um...
Woman 2 (over phone): HYATT CLEVELAND LEGACY.
but I really need you to call me
(whispers): Up, up, up, up, up.
♪ DREAM OF ME ♪
I didn't know it was Mrs. Alves till, um...
She's in her studio.
(tapping on phone screen)