Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wow. What about Schenectady, huh?

a road trip, too? Just you and me?

Uh, at 2:46 p.m.

Hey, honey. Um,

-Not all my patients die. -Oh.

I'm Sally Maybury, head of the auction committee,

Sylvia Steinetz.

-You're bad. -OH, MY GOD. THEY WERE BEAUTIFUL.

Legitimate excuse to duck out early.

-Diane: 3,000 over here. 35? -Man: Yeah.

Shit, my violin!

I'm Detective Joseph Mendoza. NYPD.

No, we're stuck here for a bit.

Shelby: TEN DOLLARS.

He would never want me to tell you this, so don't say anything, all right?

-Put your coat on. It's freezing outside. -All right.

and all that sort of stuff but I do find, generally speaking,

Gentleman in the front. 90? 90,000.

-Hi. -Elena has a boy in fourth grade?

You are a very nice person.

And I love it. Go on, kiss your mom.

BUT I WILL GET BACK TO YOU AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

Maybe it's possible...

Sylvia: The school sent out an alert.

-My mom's studio. -She's a, an artist?

We do that sometimes.

He's in Cleveland.

and that those students are able to attend,

Sally: I don't really get Chagall.

The mom who got...

paying these criminally high rates.

(footsteps departing)

-so I'm gonna call you later when I know more. -Grace: YEAH.

-Quick! Put those books away. -Yeah. Okay.

(breathes heavily)

I've got a feeling your daughter is hiding something.

I don't think that's it.

-We love our teachers at Reardon! Woo! -(applauding)

to your generously deep pockets.

GRACE FRASER: I don't know where your father is.

I'm not doing this every single morning.

AND THEN, THEN THEY FIRE YOU FOR DELIVERING THEM.

-Man: Eight! -Diane: 8,000, right here!

Grace, Dr. Fraser, with his magic hands.

"Don't I already pay enough in tuition?"

-(laughs) Dad? -Hello.

Who will bid $1,000

Sally: We have a bunch of consults.

Diane: All right, our next item...

and I'm not exactly sure where, other than a direction

(doors shut, elevator whirs)

-Knicks tickets. Wow. -(excited chatter)

-Jonathan. -Franklin.

Don't worry, it's fine.

CAN YOU IMAGINE? LETTING HIS OWN SON

-Woman 2: UH, YES. TRANSFERRING YOU NOW. -(sighs)

Robert: Franklin.

I'm sorry. I'll, I'll call.

Said the most New York person I've ever met in my life.

for this glass of water?

You can be joyless when you're-- when you're stressed.

Isn't it enough we give them tons of money anyway?

-Okay... -Grace: Exactly. Then what changed?

Honestly, staring down cancer every day with children,

the dress code for the fundraiser is fancy-glam.

-(blender stops) -Henry: Dad.

Work our way up to the... the big tickets.

-I only know you. -Meaning?

so no air gets to my lungs, which makes me die.

We actually don't give them money.