Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Basically, what I'd like to say is,

MORK: I know, Mind, and not a single Medfly in the bunch.

Well, Mork, I must say that it's a boring choice,

A television antenna is one thing, a son-in-law is another.

- It's because you're an alien. - And?

JAKE: Lock up when you leave.

I can't lie to you,

Little Pooter. Heh. Mind.

That's all right, Mind. I'll catch the next one.

Okay, but since we're almost family, I can make one exception.

- They're moving. - Yeah.

Tell you what, tell you what. It's 11:59 now.

Oh, Mork, you've given me flowers and perfume and horses. What's left?

I want to be happy But I won't be happy

B, the old-fashioned way.

But you're a little premature. I'm not gonna know

in the most noble of all institutions, marriage.

Those are for Mindy. I tried to propose to her.

Yes, and we don't mind if he still likes to chase cars

Well, I gotta go, Mork.

Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Ditch the skirt, Mork.

But am I bitter? No.