Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

HENRY: ...to smaller lots and-and...
Cookie Bogarter!
No, no. [laughs]Oh, no, can she not hear us anymore?
HETTY:Oh, I loathe the Farnsbys.
Bulletproof plan, babe.
Maybe next time we'll come to your place for pickleball.
did we tear down the carriage house to build it?
Wait, what are we attending?
seven years running.
Oh, gadzooks, what a couple of lickspittles.
All right. We will help,
And whether you guys want to help or not,
Not anymore. Come here.Hey, hey. [squeaks]
We're fixing the place up.
Mm.HENRY: Yeah. Fastest growing sport
Samantha, I am man enough to admit
How many of those have you had today?
Oh, you ate a floor Oreo?Not cool, guys!
That's what put them on the map.
No--[whimpers softly]
like I'm just saying that now because I need your help.
Cupcake Bogarter.
didn't Sam instruct us to clam up our kissers?
because no hotel, no me.
That could've been me.
[forced laughter]
we're alive.
Zing. [laughs]Ah, ha-ha!
in pickleball...
SAMANTHA: Thank you, Thorfinn.
Total squares.
That could've been me, Pete.
We're not some young, crazy city folk
We brought you a bottle
Another generation of Woodstone prevails.
HETTY: Sneezing in public. So unladylike.
if I hadn't been completely kidding about the donation.
Now she's begging for reinforcements,
Well, I'm not alive now but I still love Newhart.
Well, you should want hotel,
Hi, there. [laughs]
pack of wolves.
[both laughing]
Not that we like to brag.
Oh, and I haven't tried to remember all the Star Trek
First place at the St. Anne's parish bake sale
[laughing]
Of course. It's like when the Blue Room wouldn't let Leo in.
but I am so sorry.
Well, I guess the ghosts spying on us really came in handy, huh?
wonderful evening.