Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got my period. Ha, ha, ha.
You, come with me and get Sarah out of my room. Now.
Your life is like Gossip Girl, only everyone is old and poor.
Whoa, Joe, Joe. Where you going? Where you going?
You gonna stay? We're gonna borrow your pasta maker.
because you put an Indian in... Never mind.
- No. - Somebody rich died. I can smell it.
Oh, my God.
Who is the man taking the bras off my daughter?
How do you make love to a person animal style?
- Well, time for dessert. - Oh, don't get up. I will take care of it.
Don't let your dysfunction rub off on her.
Take someone else.
What can I do if she doesn't let me hit fifth chakra?
I understand why you're confused. I'm confused.
Yeah!
- Whoa, whoa, what are you doing? - I'm getting out of the car.
I'm not confused. I'm stuck.
Oh, my God. - Get out. Seriously.
Sometimes they talk louder to blind people.
Four minutes. We eat in four.
See? Thoughtful and mature. In your face. Yes!
- Heard that. Let's go. - Okay.
You know what? Just stay in there. It's not that great out here.
It's the freaking weekend.
I mean, your boobs are gonna be unbelievably enormous.
It's right up to the line of juxtaposition, but I think I'm gonna let it slide.
I might as well call you Indian in the Cupboard...
Missing my dog while I’m at work like
What?
You win. Why don't you get on her health-care plan?
I think I subbed for your English class.
- Wait, yesterday you said noon. - You think I've become too dependent...
She thinks of Ice Cube as mainly an actor.
- I'm not listening to this. - I'm just saying...
because I just don't want to impregnate the baby.