Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, you brought my neck pillow.
going out of her way to take care of us.
Good for you. And Arizona.
Here, Your Honor. I'm Mitchell Pritchett, attorney to Ms. Manchego.
I feel better having you here though.
Honey, honey. Hey. So you're not gonna do what your mom asked?
Turns out she sent more men off to war than Lyndon Johnson.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm her lawyer.
that was broken that fateful afternoon.
Oh, you look beautiful. Hiya, kids. How are you holding on, hmm?
I better go with her. Yeah. You should go. Mm-hmm.
I just don't get it. Why would she give me a lighter?
Phil, I'm so sorry.
Nobody's that good.
I don't mean to stir things up,
Ah! Here it is.
Which led to some pretty memorable lovemaking.
- Here. Try mine, Frank. - Ooh. I bet it's delicious.
Shame!
Your grandma loved pocket watches.
- No deal. Not guilty. - Mitchell, stop.
Good morning, Mr. Dunphy, visitors.
Oh, my God. There's a letter.
She does. Annie, honey.
Yeah. We were pretty hammered.
and a motorcycle rider wearing no helmet.
Hello again. Oh, no. You're alone.
Like a traffic ticket. You walk into court, pay a fine, it's done. Quick and easy.
No, no. She picked out her own urn.
Seriously? Again?
It's not the worst thing I've picked up at an airport, but close.
Well, who am I gonna tell?
- Huh. - That's on me. I shed like a collie.
I got this. He's quitting his job.
- No feeding the ducks. - What are you looking at me for?
Hey, guys. Gloria, you must be so hot in that.
That's mahj again!