Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You want my sweater?
What?
You're right. We shouldn't go into a thing like this unprepared...
I don't want to lose her.
I know.
The place is lit up like a Christmas tree.
It's like she's holding something against me, or something.
All right, now.
I'll still eat it.
You know, I could work sixteen hours a day and it wouldn't be enough.
This just in.
during the fiscal year in question, I was felled...
our audit with a rock concert.
But you let him think you were going...
Good. All right. Okay, you're in the zone now.
you have to back up, with a log or--
I cannot believe we're being audited. That Wood & Jones Printing is.
Bye.
I got the distinct impression that you--
Amber and Rusty took me, and Rusty ran into this guy he knew...
- Wait, you like Billie Holliday? - Yeah.
- Give me a hand with this. - Now?
- Handle what? - Nothing.
I'm lucky, my dad's had eight different girlfriends...
You're dad is so different from my dad.
So, what do you think? Would you like that?
She's not a thousand years late, like I am.
- You kept a driving log? - You see it there, don't you?
- Daddy, please, just-- - Just what?
The IRS. It's not the "A" word--
Did you notice that tone that she takes with me now?
Look, I saw the Grateful Dead when I was fifteen years old.
This is the famous Angela's Dad.
Hit someone on the head, and you'll have a lawsuit on your hands.
Trying to support the electric company single-handed?
Reconstruction of what happened.
Look, it's my car. I think I have a right to know.
And, to top it all off, it's a school night!
They were then.