Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The coffee is in there. It's Danish day.
- I'm sorry, I don't get it. - There's nothing to get. She's just Liz.
- You won't bring up the bed? - I'll definitely bring up the bed.
That could send the whole day into chaos.
I'm going to buy a folder for it before the store closes.
- Hey. - Hello.
Wow, that's great.
That's it.
I don't know. That's a hard one.
- Milady? - Come in.
- Fine. - Now it's three.
- I'm sure that's it. - He'll be fine in a few days.
What better day to make up than Danish day?
- Step-Danish. - I'll see you tonight.
- Don't I look trustworthy? - Maybe.
He's my nephew and I know what I'm doing...
I thought, 'That's it. That's for me. '
Everybody, listen up:
I'll have two coffees and two cherry Danishes to go, please.
I am in so far over my head that I can't see my own hat.
I said he's got a good thing going here with you and he shouldn't blow it.
We've got a layout to put together.
Sookie just made a ton of really great food...
So that's what we'll do. The first meeting of the Franklin is today.
You can't make something crispy that doesn't exist.
- Mojo says. - So it must be true.
- It's not true. - That doesn't sound very convincing.
Tell her I got to take another crack at the closet.
Go ahead and set up that interview with Mr. Medina.
I didn't have to.
I'm going inside. Stay out of my fridge.
Didn't matter that my dad was sick. Didn't matter that the store was failing.
'See, everyone here is not straight out of a Fellini film' kind of an evening.
I'm not the guy to deal with it. I have no patience for jam hands.
A thousand words on my desk on Tuesday.
I so don't want to know why.
She literally chased the clown onstage...
A creepy guy in shorts and knee socks tried to sit me under a tree...
What am I supposed to tell her?
Pipe down!
- So? - So what?
Why would anyone not want to be here in Stars Hollow?
But you can't just buy a bed and some sheets...
and Liz was off doing God knows what.
Why not?
That just sounds plum crazy.
So can't we agree on that and make the rest of it go away?
Okay, slow down. First of all, Jess is 17...