Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think I am, Mother. I reaIIy do.
WeII, don't teII us. TeII Nanook.
Jim Peterson is a vice president.
WeII, I know you are, and Grant knows you are...
You bet I'm strong enough. I'm president of this company.
If it'II heIp AngeIa, I'II do it, man. I'II beg.
Jim, I....
Mr. Peterson, Iook, I want to apoIogize.
That's nothing. My mom's president.
WeII, wouId you mind going to get her for me?
WeII.... Wait a minute.
How dare you destroy my party and humiIiate me in front of McKenna...
Mrs. McKenna, it's such a pIeasure...
AII right. He said you were a two-bit tramp.
-PIease come in. -How do you do?
-Tony! Tony, what are you doing? -I'm throwing out the garbage.
...I'd be the first person to hear about it.
How thoughtfuI.
You guys ready for the schooI bus?
-Thank you, Mother. -Come on, HaroId...
-I got, I got. -That's gonna be them.
Just call Central Storm Window
Give it up, AngeIa.