Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Being the wife of is a minefield.
Care to explain?
but this one I think you'll actually like.
What matters is that I trust you
than Leslie Knope, and my husband, Ben,
It's the smarties that freak people out.
Daddy want pie!
What should we do? Should we get a divorce?
But the more they talk about this,
Boys, think.
Last time I was here, I found a melted crayon on my blazer.
Just ignore the fact that you're right,
I don't think that is possible.
What a surprise!
I don't know. It was eight years ago.
- Calzone! - Sure.
Yeah, no. No key.
my self-published women's rights barbecue cookbook--
Free Ben Wyatt! Free Ben Wyatt!
I had a broken bike chain.
I even got an extra whipped-cream can.
It's strong and quiet
where men get to be in charge?
Oh, babe! You had a crush on me!
"Bozo."
Well, I mean, those words--
public servant, all-around person,
But what we loved even more was how you, Ben,
about how it was worried Brett was gonna mug it.
Hello, everyone.
Stop asking it. Don't ask it.
The teeth! They're yours.
Onward!
Oh, you know me so well.
Everything's fine.
It's about Ben, and he will do more for women than Hartwell.
A pie.